I'm pathologically addicted to what you call a "dickhead"
I don't know where to start.
It's almost school time. I'm really enjoying my last week... no work. There is a lot of time to get things sorted out in my house and in my head before I head back. I've done a lot of overreacting, face-palming, exploring, flirting, and smiling over the past few days. It's been interesting.
I went to the Kentucky State Fair with Jenny and David yesterday. I just can't believe how much fun I had. It was seriously one of the best days I've ever had. I felt like a kid again. Everything held some kind of wonder... it was kind of magical. That's so fucking cheesy. But I'll stand by it. I rode all the old roller coasters I used to go on as a kid... laughed my ass off... ate terrible, fatty food. It was the perfect end to my summer.
I've got everything together, for the most part. I just need to get it in a few boxes and then out into my car. Which smells like puke right now. Urgh. I need to do something about that. It's a dumb story... but that doesn't stop the smell.
I want to go back. So, so badly. And I know just a few weeks ago I was tearing myself up about this shit. It amazes me how much I don't care. And do care. In all kinds of fantastic ways. I still get in moods... but it's so rare it doesn't even cross my mind.
And speaking of moods, I just invested in what might be the most amazing thing ever... it's "Don't Sweat the Small Stuff" for teens, the book... God. It's beautiful. As stupid as it seems, I do sweat the small stuff and that's where I go wrong. Just knowing that I'm not the only one with those kinds of problems makes me smile. Some of the tips are really tangible... others a bit more abstract. Example: the first page suggests that you don't "emotionally throw up" on your friends. LOL. Lord knows I connect with THAT imagery.
I'm going to try to write something later... I was up until four last night trying to stifle my excitement, so maybe some creativity will do me some good. Ta for now!
I took a bath with a sociopath.
--A
It's almost school time. I'm really enjoying my last week... no work. There is a lot of time to get things sorted out in my house and in my head before I head back. I've done a lot of overreacting, face-palming, exploring, flirting, and smiling over the past few days. It's been interesting.
I went to the Kentucky State Fair with Jenny and David yesterday. I just can't believe how much fun I had. It was seriously one of the best days I've ever had. I felt like a kid again. Everything held some kind of wonder... it was kind of magical. That's so fucking cheesy. But I'll stand by it. I rode all the old roller coasters I used to go on as a kid... laughed my ass off... ate terrible, fatty food. It was the perfect end to my summer.
I've got everything together, for the most part. I just need to get it in a few boxes and then out into my car. Which smells like puke right now. Urgh. I need to do something about that. It's a dumb story... but that doesn't stop the smell.
I want to go back. So, so badly. And I know just a few weeks ago I was tearing myself up about this shit. It amazes me how much I don't care. And do care. In all kinds of fantastic ways. I still get in moods... but it's so rare it doesn't even cross my mind.
And speaking of moods, I just invested in what might be the most amazing thing ever... it's "Don't Sweat the Small Stuff" for teens, the book... God. It's beautiful. As stupid as it seems, I do sweat the small stuff and that's where I go wrong. Just knowing that I'm not the only one with those kinds of problems makes me smile. Some of the tips are really tangible... others a bit more abstract. Example: the first page suggests that you don't "emotionally throw up" on your friends. LOL. Lord knows I connect with THAT imagery.
I'm going to try to write something later... I was up until four last night trying to stifle my excitement, so maybe some creativity will do me some good. Ta for now!
I took a bath with a sociopath.
--A