drugs must be a food group...
...because they do seem to be incredibly nourishing.
things are pretty much okay.
-i have appointments to run around checking apartments out, and looking at furniture tomorrow. thanks in advance to a_machine for being sweet enough to use part of a day off chaufferring (sp?) me around on silly tasks.
-i switched my work schedule, beginning today, to a mere six shifts, compacted into three double-shifts. this means that i have four days off! my mind boggles at the sudden proliferation of free time!
-moving soon! very soon. if all goes as it should i will into MY OWN PLACE, within the next 3-4 weeks at the very most. this is wonderful in ways i can't even begin to describe. very few people even have an inkling of what hell my living situation has been for me. i'm grateful to my mother and step-father, but i am in desperate need of my own lair. i miss my solitude.
-and... i think that my mind is finally learning to give me an occassional rest. maybe it has something to do with the fact that i spent the last few days in a pretty much continuous altered state... but i can always hope that my brain has, in actuality taken pity on me and shut down... or, at least, went into a slightly less intense gear.
things are pretty much okay.
and, for some reason, i can allow that to be without wondering when something terrible will happen to destory it all.
unfortunately, in the back of my head, there's still an evil little voice piping up and saying, "you know, just because of the fact that you're not wondering when something terrible will happen to ruin it all... something will happen that is terrible and will ruin it all. jsut because you didn't pay you're respects."
to that, i can only say this: "well, bastard, i will consider my respects fully paid by you, in that case. thanks."
things are pretty much okay. and i am moving forward. on my way to "up and out".
love and razorblades,
~dissonance
things are pretty much okay.
-i have appointments to run around checking apartments out, and looking at furniture tomorrow. thanks in advance to a_machine for being sweet enough to use part of a day off chaufferring (sp?) me around on silly tasks.
-i switched my work schedule, beginning today, to a mere six shifts, compacted into three double-shifts. this means that i have four days off! my mind boggles at the sudden proliferation of free time!
-moving soon! very soon. if all goes as it should i will into MY OWN PLACE, within the next 3-4 weeks at the very most. this is wonderful in ways i can't even begin to describe. very few people even have an inkling of what hell my living situation has been for me. i'm grateful to my mother and step-father, but i am in desperate need of my own lair. i miss my solitude.
-and... i think that my mind is finally learning to give me an occassional rest. maybe it has something to do with the fact that i spent the last few days in a pretty much continuous altered state... but i can always hope that my brain has, in actuality taken pity on me and shut down... or, at least, went into a slightly less intense gear.
things are pretty much okay.
and, for some reason, i can allow that to be without wondering when something terrible will happen to destory it all.
unfortunately, in the back of my head, there's still an evil little voice piping up and saying, "you know, just because of the fact that you're not wondering when something terrible will happen to ruin it all... something will happen that is terrible and will ruin it all. jsut because you didn't pay you're respects."
to that, i can only say this: "well, bastard, i will consider my respects fully paid by you, in that case. thanks."
things are pretty much okay. and i am moving forward. on my way to "up and out".
love and razorblades,
~dissonance