full moon wonderland
Jul. 11th, 2006 02:54 pmThe crazies are out in force today, and it shows. I've had calls from angry people convinced they are being illegally detained in state hospitals, angry psychotic delusional people who want to know why they can't keep their robots in the state hospitals, angry running off at the mouth mentally retarded people who like to file dozens and dozens of reports on the person who has custody of their children, idiotic people who provide all the details of an abusive situation but refuse to provide any way to locate or identify the people in need, vicious morons who like to say "So you just work there so people can die, huh?" as well as all other garden variety crazy today.
I am seriously about to beat my phone into a jumble of electronic parts.
Anyway, in happier news I'm writing more and that's good. It's fanfiction, but whatever. I like fan fiction. Shoot me. I'm so over people who think fanfiction is reprehensible, immoral or some "waste" of my talents. I tell you what is a real waste of my talents - remaining polite to my psychotic callers who insult me. I have a real flair for verbal assault and I don't use it nearly enough. Think about that the next time you imply that I'm wasting my talents.
Pardon me, I'm really not as cranky as this sounds. I'm just tired. I had bad Deadwood style dreams last night, my eyes hurt, and I'm probably mildly depressed for any number of reasons. I really just want to be on a patio with a nice breeze, a summer cocktail, my cigarettes and my feet up on a chair. Eye candy would be a welcome addition but not required. If anyone feels like mailing me a cabana boy, a house girl, or an undead monkey, drop me a line. Especially if you have a sarcastic angry British man on hand. I'd like one of those a lot.
I am seriously about to beat my phone into a jumble of electronic parts.
Anyway, in happier news I'm writing more and that's good. It's fanfiction, but whatever. I like fan fiction. Shoot me. I'm so over people who think fanfiction is reprehensible, immoral or some "waste" of my talents. I tell you what is a real waste of my talents - remaining polite to my psychotic callers who insult me. I have a real flair for verbal assault and I don't use it nearly enough. Think about that the next time you imply that I'm wasting my talents.
Pardon me, I'm really not as cranky as this sounds. I'm just tired. I had bad Deadwood style dreams last night, my eyes hurt, and I'm probably mildly depressed for any number of reasons. I really just want to be on a patio with a nice breeze, a summer cocktail, my cigarettes and my feet up on a chair. Eye candy would be a welcome addition but not required. If anyone feels like mailing me a cabana boy, a house girl, or an undead monkey, drop me a line. Especially if you have a sarcastic angry British man on hand. I'd like one of those a lot.