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Ever get the feling that the harder you try, the less things work out for you? That's the way I feel after nights like tonight. Last night, I didn't try at all and things worked out great. Tonight, I really did try and things turned out like shit.
No, I"m not talking aobut cooking. I'm talking about dealing with goddamn motherfucking men. ARGH!
I mean, really. I would have loved to have celbrated someone's last day of work. I know if it were my last day of work, I would want to be taken out for a dirnk or two. True, I'm not an alchie and I know when to stop. Hrmph.
Oh. ANd I haven't had a cigarette in three days. Which doesn't really bug me until I get stressed out and pissed off.
THere's a storm coming in and I would love to be at the beach, breathing it in, feeling the fresh air churn and watch the waves and clouds fight over where the horizon should be. Someday, someday the waves will win adn we'll wake up in a world completely different then the one we fell asleep in... and the world of land of trees and cars will be a distant memory we tell our grandchildren. THere was a time when I owuld have sought it out, driven off to the coast to sit with the windows down and the doors open. But now, I have no friend to go and do that with.
My old friend for that is... well, old. He doesn't do things like that anymore.
No, I"m not talking aobut cooking. I'm talking about dealing with goddamn motherfucking men. ARGH!
I mean, really. I would have loved to have celbrated someone's last day of work. I know if it were my last day of work, I would want to be taken out for a dirnk or two. True, I'm not an alchie and I know when to stop. Hrmph.
Oh. ANd I haven't had a cigarette in three days. Which doesn't really bug me until I get stressed out and pissed off.
THere's a storm coming in and I would love to be at the beach, breathing it in, feeling the fresh air churn and watch the waves and clouds fight over where the horizon should be. Someday, someday the waves will win adn we'll wake up in a world completely different then the one we fell asleep in... and the world of land of trees and cars will be a distant memory we tell our grandchildren. THere was a time when I owuld have sought it out, driven off to the coast to sit with the windows down and the doors open. But now, I have no friend to go and do that with.
My old friend for that is... well, old. He doesn't do things like that anymore.