what the fuck is the internet?

I forgot I had a blog, apparently.

And honestly, I'm not sure I have anything new to talk about.

I am constantly repeating the same thing over and over.

Obsessing over the same person(s) that I cannot have. Always based on things I cannot change -- distance. Timing. Uncertainty.

(JUST BE HAPPY ON YOUR OWN FOR ONCE, AIMEE!)

I do feel as though I'm slowly -- slowly -- getting things under control.

I do feel as though the sooner I am able to quit my job at Castle Branch, the happier I will be. Sure, anywhere I work will not ensure all-time absolute happiness, but I feel like that place just drains my soul. I feel (jesus christ i say 'i feel' a lot) like the whole purpose of that company has been lost through the years due to money-hunger. Protecting families, and children, and the elderly has seemed to lose importance -- making the extra buck is what matters.

To add to my existing sourness, I think one coworker is such a hypochondriac that I just want to shake her. All she's talked about since getting married is planning a family, which is all good and fine, except that they decided they'd start trying in a year, which is also fine. The bitch is that she's already started talking about how her billions of "ailments" are going to make her have the most miserable pregnancy in the universe. IT'S A YEAR AWAY. LET IT GO. BETTER YET, REALIZE THAT LIFE IS GOOD AND THERE'S REALLY NOTHING WRONG WITH YOU. My supervisor is also a little bit of a hypochondriac, and a disgusting human. She talks with her mouth full, has smelly feet that I can smell through her shoes and socks, and only looks out for herself. The funny thing is, I don't hate these people at all. I just don't want to be around them all day everyday.

Phew. I didn't even really know I thought all of that!

In closing, I want to go to school and become a famous chef cheerleader princess.