Looking back through my entries, I realize I sound kind of bipolar.  It looks so bad it kind of makes me laugh.  It's because I always feel like writing if I'm angry or upset, but not that often when I'm happy.  I also have to leave a whole shitload of important details out.  I always feel like I'm being watched.  I want to just dump everything out all the time, but even if I write it on a ripped up napkin, and then burn the napkin and flush it down the toilet, it's like, somehow, it'll be searched out, glued together, and unburned.  I feel guilty and sick.  It's hard to describe.  But kind of good at the same time.  Today at work was not that horrible.  My favorite people in the world were all texting me at once.  I love when that happens.
I did see something horrifically sad these past few days.  It started 3 days ago.  Keep in mind, I live out in the middle of nowhere.  Dogs run free in these parts.  They visit my house daily.  Anyway, driving to work, I round a corner, and BAM, dead puppy lying on the side of the road covered and surrounded by billions of crows.  I think they were crows, a bunch of small black birds.  I'm not sure, do crows eat dead puppy?  The next day I drive by the same spot.  The carcass is there, but it's been picked clean.  Gross.  So today, I drive by, and there's nothing there but a pile of smushed bones.  I'm laughing while I write this cause it sounds so crazy, but it's sad too.  People need to take care of their fucking animals.  Fence in their yards.  Something. 
Actually, something kind of messed up did happen at work.  Omg, if I get in trouble for this I'm gonna be pissed.  It was so not my fault.  I asked a coworker a work related question through the messenger, which somehow turned into a conversation.  It was innocent, we were talking about american idol, when suddenly he busts in with something about exotic dancing.  I was like, "Woh, we were talking about idol.  Where did that come from?"  No response from him for a few minutes.  Then I get a call.  As I've found out the hard way in the past, all the calls you really don't want recorded are the ones they choose to monitor.  But it can't even be a normal call center, they record what's happening on your computer screen too.  Which is where the trouble comes in.  The customers info populated on the screen just as a message from that dude pops up, and not only does it say something about exotic dancing again, now it's something about him giving lap dances to all the male employees!!  AHAHAHAHAHA WTF??? 
But really not so cool, since that is now part of a legal document.  I really don't feel I'm to blame, and somehow I know, I just KNOW they're gonna monitor that call.  I'm gonna be getting called into the little office, and sucks to be me.  God I hope that doesn't happen.