you will beg for my sacrament
The Saturday evening after finals. The first night in which I've been off and completely unfettered in ages.
And I decide to go shopping for kitty thingies.
Fuck this absolute travesty of social activity. I prefer my own neuroses to those of others, with a select few exceptions.
Mmm neuroses. I have to go to Bosslady's barbecue tomorrow at noon. I already feel like I'm going to have the appetite of a sick Calista Flockheart; but it's apparently all in the appearence of wanting to spend quality time with my co-workers.
Not that I don't. They's a fun bunch. But... barbecue? When I could be fucking off and doing nothing except cleaning my room and going to get coffee with people and catching up on much-needed reading and entertainment time?
...wait, what was I discussing?
I feel the walls shrinking. There are things on the horizon. I'm hoping a few of them might be rather proximate and hopefully easy to reach. Even if just for funsies.
Mmm funsies.
Carrie and Zach and so many fucking people that I grew up with all graduate next week. It feels godawfully bizarre to be the same age or younger than the few people coming here in the fall and yet to have been here for two years.
I also must make graduation. Pray God Anna will be able to save me. I would do anything for this to be. Working four shifts again next week.... bahh... my mind doesn't want to function anymore.
ignota es, meretrix.
And I decide to go shopping for kitty thingies.
Fuck this absolute travesty of social activity. I prefer my own neuroses to those of others, with a select few exceptions.
Mmm neuroses. I have to go to Bosslady's barbecue tomorrow at noon. I already feel like I'm going to have the appetite of a sick Calista Flockheart; but it's apparently all in the appearence of wanting to spend quality time with my co-workers.
Not that I don't. They's a fun bunch. But... barbecue? When I could be fucking off and doing nothing except cleaning my room and going to get coffee with people and catching up on much-needed reading and entertainment time?
...wait, what was I discussing?
I feel the walls shrinking. There are things on the horizon. I'm hoping a few of them might be rather proximate and hopefully easy to reach. Even if just for funsies.
Mmm funsies.
Carrie and Zach and so many fucking people that I grew up with all graduate next week. It feels godawfully bizarre to be the same age or younger than the few people coming here in the fall and yet to have been here for two years.
I also must make graduation. Pray God Anna will be able to save me. I would do anything for this to be. Working four shifts again next week.... bahh... my mind doesn't want to function anymore.
ignota es, meretrix.