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egads, something tells me that i need to go back to bed and start the day completley over. i'm in a funk. an angry funk, and i can't even really put my finger on WHY.
the fact that i got called into work 2 hours early probably doesn't help. but i had seriously no REAL reason why i couldn't go in at 1 instead of 3 to help them out, so i agreed. besides, it's been awhile since i've worked with roxana, and i miss her. what's a 9 hour shift, anyway? though i'm sure that if she's calling me at 10, that she won't be closing. probably with Ricky, then, since Steve is on vaca.
*sigh*
weird dreams where Matthew Good became my roommate, roommates with benefits. interesting, as i've never thought of Matthew Good in THAT sense. but i remember him wanting to kiss me, and i was too busy worrying about clearing the yellow shopping carts out of the wal*mart parking lot and making sure that the one with the scrapbooking stuff that Mary needed me to do didn't get mixed in with the other officemax carts. i remember being angry at having to do the scrapbooking stuff, as i am SO not a booker, but because i PROMISED...
huh, never knew Matthew Good was such a.. political and human rights guy. learn something new every day.
today is the kind of day where i would LOVE to just stay in my perjammas (well, in this case, "pajamas" are a tank top and my long brown skirt. it makes me feel... wholesome and hippy like.) and loll on my bed and read or go through old video tapes or something. i SO don't feel like working officemax into the mix.
*sigh*
change is on the horizon. massive change. roommates will be leaving in a couple of weeks, and i will be dealing with living with my brother for the first time in .. well, a very very long time. i just hope that we get along MUCH better in a giant apartment vs the couple of times we lived together in close quarters.
so much change.
funny that i hate monotony to DEATH, but fear change. silly how that works.
i also think i need to take a step back from drinking for awhile, and start to do non drinky things again: movies. random escapades. used book store perusing. i want to experience life again, and not through a drunken haze, which is how it seems like i experience ANYTHING anymore. so feel free to call and say "hey, aubrey! how bout we... *fillintheblankwithsomethingthatdoesn'tcostmoneybutisrandomandinteresting*!!!"
this isn't to say i'll give up Mojo's on sundays, of course. well, depending upon how the new kj works out.
don't. wanna. work.
the fact that i got called into work 2 hours early probably doesn't help. but i had seriously no REAL reason why i couldn't go in at 1 instead of 3 to help them out, so i agreed. besides, it's been awhile since i've worked with roxana, and i miss her. what's a 9 hour shift, anyway? though i'm sure that if she's calling me at 10, that she won't be closing. probably with Ricky, then, since Steve is on vaca.
*sigh*
weird dreams where Matthew Good became my roommate, roommates with benefits. interesting, as i've never thought of Matthew Good in THAT sense. but i remember him wanting to kiss me, and i was too busy worrying about clearing the yellow shopping carts out of the wal*mart parking lot and making sure that the one with the scrapbooking stuff that Mary needed me to do didn't get mixed in with the other officemax carts. i remember being angry at having to do the scrapbooking stuff, as i am SO not a booker, but because i PROMISED...
huh, never knew Matthew Good was such a.. political and human rights guy. learn something new every day.
today is the kind of day where i would LOVE to just stay in my perjammas (well, in this case, "pajamas" are a tank top and my long brown skirt. it makes me feel... wholesome and hippy like.) and loll on my bed and read or go through old video tapes or something. i SO don't feel like working officemax into the mix.
*sigh*
change is on the horizon. massive change. roommates will be leaving in a couple of weeks, and i will be dealing with living with my brother for the first time in .. well, a very very long time. i just hope that we get along MUCH better in a giant apartment vs the couple of times we lived together in close quarters.
so much change.
funny that i hate monotony to DEATH, but fear change. silly how that works.
i also think i need to take a step back from drinking for awhile, and start to do non drinky things again: movies. random escapades. used book store perusing. i want to experience life again, and not through a drunken haze, which is how it seems like i experience ANYTHING anymore. so feel free to call and say "hey, aubrey! how bout we... *fillintheblankwithsomethingthatdoesn'tcostmoneybutisrandomandinteresting*!!!"
this isn't to say i'll give up Mojo's on sundays, of course. well, depending upon how the new kj works out.
don't. wanna. work.