Random thoughts on a Thursday evening.
I feel like I'm waiting for something big to happen. I can't put my finger on it, and there is a good chance that I'm just crazy. Maybe it is just the thunderstorm outside, which is bringing out my introspective side. Either way, I feel a shift in the wind. Anticipation is such an interesting feeling, for me. I think I enjoy the build-up more than the fulfillment, most times.
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I woke up in the middle of the night, completely freaked out. I thought I was pregnant. I dreamt that despite all of our precautionary measures, Tom and I were expecting. It was terrifying, mainly because it felt so very real. In the dream, I was sobbing and trying to explain to Tom why I was so disappointed. I was going to be due in March of 2007, and I was so pissed because it was going to my graduation, and I was going to have to put all of my bar plans on hold. I wasn't ready to be a mom, and I thought I was going to do a horrible job of it. After I woke up, it took me several minutes to realize that I was not pregnant, and that it was all just some strange dream. I was so relieved. What a great reminder to get my birth control prescription filled this week.
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Perhaps this is the more base part of my personality coming out, but I still enjoy watching Cops. There. I admitted it. Now I feel better.
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Why the fuck is Pat Robertson shilling a protein shake? Apparently, Bible-thumping doesn't pay enough of a salary. Fact is, I truly don't understand WHY celebri-tards feel the need to give unsolicited advice about how everyone should live their lives. Granted, Pat has made a calling of sorts out of giving unsolicited advice. Pat calls this campaign "Robust Living". Really? Can inner peace ever be found in this type of marketing? I have my doubts.
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When exactly did I turn into such a guarded person? I have so many defense mechanisms, and I am so used to utilizing them that I'm not sure when exactly to turn them off, and just be me. I think I'm going to make a concerted effort to resist resorting to my overly submissive, quiet, sweet mask that I use in order to come off as unintimidating and safe.
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I woke up in the middle of the night, completely freaked out. I thought I was pregnant. I dreamt that despite all of our precautionary measures, Tom and I were expecting. It was terrifying, mainly because it felt so very real. In the dream, I was sobbing and trying to explain to Tom why I was so disappointed. I was going to be due in March of 2007, and I was so pissed because it was going to my graduation, and I was going to have to put all of my bar plans on hold. I wasn't ready to be a mom, and I thought I was going to do a horrible job of it. After I woke up, it took me several minutes to realize that I was not pregnant, and that it was all just some strange dream. I was so relieved. What a great reminder to get my birth control prescription filled this week.
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Perhaps this is the more base part of my personality coming out, but I still enjoy watching Cops. There. I admitted it. Now I feel better.
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Why the fuck is Pat Robertson shilling a protein shake? Apparently, Bible-thumping doesn't pay enough of a salary. Fact is, I truly don't understand WHY celebri-tards feel the need to give unsolicited advice about how everyone should live their lives. Granted, Pat has made a calling of sorts out of giving unsolicited advice. Pat calls this campaign "Robust Living". Really? Can inner peace ever be found in this type of marketing? I have my doubts.
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When exactly did I turn into such a guarded person? I have so many defense mechanisms, and I am so used to utilizing them that I'm not sure when exactly to turn them off, and just be me. I think I'm going to make a concerted effort to resist resorting to my overly submissive, quiet, sweet mask that I use in order to come off as unintimidating and safe.