No thank you
I've been having anxiety dreams about Jeff and Brady. Not both in the same dreams, but jarring nonetheless. Heartbreaking, too.
What am I doing? I graduate in just a few weeks into a damaged economy with zero job offers and an uncertain idea of where to go or what to do. But I do know I want to move. I have to move. Soon ... ish.
I can't stop eating. I have good days, and then really, really bad days. Like today. Also, today Erika and I didn't get to the box office until 9:30 (instead of the usual 9) because of some crazy-ass marathon throughout all of downtown. This is the second or third time some running event has fucked up my work transportation.
I don't want a boyfriend. I don't know if I can handle that again.
I need to, ah, "get some". Very frustrating, as a rendezvous with any ... previous encounters would be extra-embarrassing due to my new fat ass. Maybe I should've been promiscuous in Austin. meh.
My running buddy turned into a creeper, getting overly upset when I'd have to cancel on not only runs but on hanging out. And now he's bugging my sister. And I can't remember the last time I did anything resembling a workout. Maybe if I had a cleaner apt and wasn't so tired after every shift at the theater. I am always so fucking tired.
What am I doing? I graduate in just a few weeks into a damaged economy with zero job offers and an uncertain idea of where to go or what to do. But I do know I want to move. I have to move. Soon ... ish.
I can't stop eating. I have good days, and then really, really bad days. Like today. Also, today Erika and I didn't get to the box office until 9:30 (instead of the usual 9) because of some crazy-ass marathon throughout all of downtown. This is the second or third time some running event has fucked up my work transportation.
I don't want a boyfriend. I don't know if I can handle that again.
I need to, ah, "get some". Very frustrating, as a rendezvous with any ... previous encounters would be extra-embarrassing due to my new fat ass. Maybe I should've been promiscuous in Austin. meh.
My running buddy turned into a creeper, getting overly upset when I'd have to cancel on not only runs but on hanging out. And now he's bugging my sister. And I can't remember the last time I did anything resembling a workout. Maybe if I had a cleaner apt and wasn't so tired after every shift at the theater. I am always so fucking tired.