Buy some candy and cigarettes and we'll get in my car
I did something really stupid today.
I drank Odwalla instead of coffee for breakfast. When I went into work I gradually swelled with frustration at the trivial things and I couldn’t get my mouth to move enough to answer member inquiries and I just felt this...raging and invalid despair. My chest felt like a bag of boots.
Then I drank coffee and listened to Pulp Fiction soundtrack on my lunch break and have revived my well-being.
Coffee makes me resolute; I'm afraid we've built a bond too strong to ever sever.
I'm only writing about this instance so I'll remember the lesson derived next time I decide to do something "healthy" for myself and end up contemplating suicide.
Sorry to anyone that got hit by my drunk dialing/texting the other night too. I'm working on it.
"Here you go honey"
"Thanks sweetie"
"Hey baby someone's here to see you"
"Send them back doll"
Ana and I talk to each other like a gross newly married couple. It is awful but it works for us. It is difficult if not impossible for me to maintain any kind of friendship with someone if we can't flirt even a little. I am a lover of intimacy. If not through any other means, at least warm words.
I had dreams of New York last night so I can't wait to go home and watch Sex and the City all night and keep dreaming.
There is a picture in the main office of me shaking the hand of some fat cat Realtor® with a caption saying "A hand of friendship". HAHAHHHAHAHA OHH GOD.
I need to beautify the grind of all these days that passively slip away. Maybe I'll sign up for belly dancing lessons or go back to school. My mind has been on hiatus for enough time, I think. Tori Amos is coming on my birthday, who wants to take me? I'll be real nice and gracious, promise.
I drank Odwalla instead of coffee for breakfast. When I went into work I gradually swelled with frustration at the trivial things and I couldn’t get my mouth to move enough to answer member inquiries and I just felt this...raging and invalid despair. My chest felt like a bag of boots.
Then I drank coffee and listened to Pulp Fiction soundtrack on my lunch break and have revived my well-being.
Coffee makes me resolute; I'm afraid we've built a bond too strong to ever sever.
I'm only writing about this instance so I'll remember the lesson derived next time I decide to do something "healthy" for myself and end up contemplating suicide.
Sorry to anyone that got hit by my drunk dialing/texting the other night too. I'm working on it.
"Here you go honey"
"Thanks sweetie"
"Hey baby someone's here to see you"
"Send them back doll"
Ana and I talk to each other like a gross newly married couple. It is awful but it works for us. It is difficult if not impossible for me to maintain any kind of friendship with someone if we can't flirt even a little. I am a lover of intimacy. If not through any other means, at least warm words.
I had dreams of New York last night so I can't wait to go home and watch Sex and the City all night and keep dreaming.
There is a picture in the main office of me shaking the hand of some fat cat Realtor® with a caption saying "A hand of friendship". HAHAHHHAHAHA OHH GOD.
I need to beautify the grind of all these days that passively slip away. Maybe I'll sign up for belly dancing lessons or go back to school. My mind has been on hiatus for enough time, I think. Tori Amos is coming on my birthday, who wants to take me? I'll be real nice and gracious, promise.