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Every part of my body hurts including parts I don't think I have but my body disagrees so who am I to argue with it?

Tony fucking Stark, that's who.

Pepper let's have another dinner but for real this time. Dates without the Board of Directors are probably more fun.

I'm honestly terrified that this is my life and nothing more interesting is planned for me. That I'll get old and die wondering if I missed my destiny somewhere along the line because I wasn't paying attention.

God, I sound like a teenager on tumblr.

Hi, uh, Valarnet. My name's Bucky, I'm a paramedic from Brooklyn and I hope the accent doesn't throw you people off too badly. Luckily I can control it to the point that *I* don't notice, but you never know what you're going to find now that I'm somewhere where people talk funny anyway.

Uh sorry. Just an observation that was NOT supposed to come out. I'm a little blurty this morning, I suppose. It's kind of weird, but I'm going to go with it because, well, why not?

Today, while I waited for my shift to start, and before I got online to make this, I was watching the Lifetime Movie channel and it occurred to me that that was kind of pathetic so I came on here instead, especially because I'd watched the movie in question before. The seduction of the babysitter is kind of fun, but really, you see the same plot all the...

Whoa...

Why did I just admit that? Why can't I erase that either? Now you're all going to know that about me and we've just met. I secretly watch Lifetime movies, yeah. I also like soaps and soap reruns, especially Passions...

Shit.

I'm going to just go now, okay?

It's time to face the fact that I am one severely fucked up person. I don't even know why I feel like I need to disclose today, but it's actually true, and it's awful and I don't know what to do with that knowledge. Iraq did a real number on me and it's making interactions hard.

What is my life again?

I told a patient's father today that he had, and I quote, "Breath like moldy old cheetos." Luckily, he didn't speak much English. His son that I was giving a shot to did and started laughing, so I gave him as many lollipops as I could shove in his hands and shirt pocket to bribe him to keep quiet.

Hopefully today goes by quick? Because after that, a doctor asked me what I thought of some new check-in procedures and I told him that I thought it was, and I also quote, "A big fat pile of crap that needlessly makes poor people jump through hoops of fire just to get some freakin' medical care."

My sense of tact. Where did it go? I don't know what's wrong with me. I'd never say something like that. Especially not to a patient or a patient's family. Or a doctor.

Go team Christine?

You know those dumb little stickers people put on their cars? Them, their wife, their 12 children? I hate those things.

But riding home I was stuck behind a car. It had stickers of two men and two cats.

I may have to change my opinion on those stickers because that is just awesome. The guy had good taste in music, too.

Why does every individual I encounter today insist on asking how I am? And why in bloody hell must I be honest with them?

Anyone ever feel irrationally hurt over something really, really stupid? I adore computer programming. Its one of the few things that make me feel completely natural and normal. I don't get to do it enough and there's this project I really really enjoy but I feel like I'm not needed anymore.

Today, my ass got fired from Hot Topic. Turns out my manager heard me bitching to Cullen all about the "fucking pansy ass pastel wearing brony psychos who come in here to idolize an idiot full length commercial for a preschool toy".

...I know, I know. The bronies here are going to eat me now or something. And I didn't mean it to slip out. It just kind of...did. What really cinched it was the part where I told said manager how sick I was of her damn wigs cause she's not fooling anyone by pretending to be a fat fuck's excuse for an anime princess" and how Gothic Lolita makes her elephantine ass look even bigger.

I mean...What?

Not that I loved the job but it was helping pay the bills besides the ranch. Let's hope I don't fuck up when I go over there today. I actually like that job, even if I bitch about the kids there.

Suddenly finding the courage to spit out the small vulgarities you usually keep in your head doesn't make you honest. It makes you stupid.

Everyone but me seems to have contracted a massive fucking case of verbal diarrhea. Most interesting fucking shit I've seen in days.

Guess what Chinese chica scored a place on the US Gymnastics team?

This Chinese chica, bitches!

Rahney, I totes owe you like dinner, lunch, brunch and breakfast.

Oh my god! I remember when I created this account like ages ago, back when social media was cool. It's so main stream now, but I guess my little sister and parents are on here so that's cool.

I've kind of been giving the college thing some more thought. Obviously my parents really want me to go, but I just don't know what I could possibly study that would be interesting. Maybe I'll take my day off tomorrow and look over some brochures.