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Jul 23, 2007 15:56

Yesterday a friend of mine told me her take on time. Time is a ball of string. Some parts touch other parts, and the times that are touching are happening at the same time, depending on each other for contextual support. Memories fly fast when times touch.
Today just so happens to be overlapping with the day I quit my lame-ass job in high school; making subs and serving coffee (although no one called in to order a six-inch cock with sauce today). Today was heavily that day. The harder I work the more I tempt the avalanche of condescending superiority. It's also difficult to get through a day at a coffee shop that serves breakfasts without: bacon, eggs, jam, lettuce, chicken, cheese or trained staff. Crying at work is my least favorite thing, and the fastest way to feel like a loser, if you're interested. I've even recently pitied two of my close friends for finding themselves in the jobs they had in high school, only to suddenly realize that they're not alone in the time warp. Meh, pity all around.
On my way home I bought chocolate, because I deserve it. When I got home my (new cute omg love) bunny was here waiting for me with buckets of bunny love and then we cuddled on the bed and I nearly fell asleep. Salads that I make myself are also good.
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