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Today is one of those days when I miss having a close friend: someone who'd call me out on my bullshit, set the boundaries and give a hug at the end of the night. As usual, I am my own mami-papi-everything else, wrapped up in The North Face sweatshirt.
Work brings a whole slew of diabolical kids who hit, bite their mothers, defy the authorities, and laugh in Chucky-like fashion. Whose wombs bore these little shops of horrors and why? I am exhausted, disillusioned and ready to busy my own womb with an offspring of some sorts so as not to deal with unethical, callous and power-hungry people. I'd say, "Enter the N-th season of "Lost" on January 21st", but I am afraid even the image of Sayid won't do me much good at this point. Hell, when denial and circuit training don't work, there's always riesling.
Oh, yeah, that and people keep on coming and telling me stuff, and telling me more stuff, and it's good, and important, and genuine, and I am just so fucking tired of relating. How do you like that? Bend over and take it, dear diary.
Work brings a whole slew of diabolical kids who hit, bite their mothers, defy the authorities, and laugh in Chucky-like fashion. Whose wombs bore these little shops of horrors and why? I am exhausted, disillusioned and ready to busy my own womb with an offspring of some sorts so as not to deal with unethical, callous and power-hungry people. I'd say, "Enter the N-th season of "Lost" on January 21st", but I am afraid even the image of Sayid won't do me much good at this point. Hell, when denial and circuit training don't work, there's always riesling.
Oh, yeah, that and people keep on coming and telling me stuff, and telling me more stuff, and it's good, and important, and genuine, and I am just so fucking tired of relating. How do you like that? Bend over and take it, dear diary.