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for the past several days i've had the phrase "staunch haunches" circling in my brain for no particular reason. it makes me chuckle, and question why fat asses are on my mind. probably becasue i keep hitting things with mine.
i've finally began feeling like things are moving forward. it's about time. for once i'm looking forward to the future. i'm not scared of getting too old too fast, and my life is ambling by at a moderate (and seemingly healthy) pace even though time continues to whiz by at a startling rate of speed. i still feel like i'm a bit behind, but that i've found a pocket of time to catch up in. emotionally things are different. i have bouts of doubt, and extreme self-consiousness. i question the intentions of everyone, including friends, even when it feels wrong. i over-analyze to a point where it makes me wonder if there was even a problem to begin with.
aside from that
i'm really looking forward to of montreal on saturday.
i'm not looking forward to having mosquito bites,
or being hot,
or sweating profusely, and CONSTANTLY.
today at work for the 349,587,585th time someone called thinking that we're jungle gardens:
LADY: ah, hi. i was calling to find out what your hours are.
THE SPANG: we're open 830-5 monday through thursday, 8-6 friday, and 10-12 saturday.
LADY: oooooookay! aaaaaand what kind of attractions do you have?
THE SPANG: this is a florist.
candy is getting our ad in the yellow pages fixed to specify loudly that we sell flowers and plants; not tacky sarasota souveniers, pencils impaling alligators, or candy.(no pun!)
i've finally began feeling like things are moving forward. it's about time. for once i'm looking forward to the future. i'm not scared of getting too old too fast, and my life is ambling by at a moderate (and seemingly healthy) pace even though time continues to whiz by at a startling rate of speed. i still feel like i'm a bit behind, but that i've found a pocket of time to catch up in. emotionally things are different. i have bouts of doubt, and extreme self-consiousness. i question the intentions of everyone, including friends, even when it feels wrong. i over-analyze to a point where it makes me wonder if there was even a problem to begin with.
aside from that
i'm really looking forward to of montreal on saturday.
i'm not looking forward to having mosquito bites,
or being hot,
or sweating profusely, and CONSTANTLY.
today at work for the 349,587,585th time someone called thinking that we're jungle gardens:
LADY: ah, hi. i was calling to find out what your hours are.
THE SPANG: we're open 830-5 monday through thursday, 8-6 friday, and 10-12 saturday.
LADY: oooooookay! aaaaaand what kind of attractions do you have?
THE SPANG: this is a florist.
candy is getting our ad in the yellow pages fixed to specify loudly that we sell flowers and plants; not tacky sarasota souveniers, pencils impaling alligators, or candy.(no pun!)