Manorexia
Meeeerp. Hi. Why can't I think of anything to write? Why am I so tired and boring lately? I've worked for longer than I ever have before. Most consecutive days. Well, maybe it feels that way because I'm constantly lifting big trays of food and fake-smiling so hard I'm getting laugh lines like Zuzanna. It should feel quite rewarding, but instead it robbed me of all the best summer days. I guess it will pay off when I climb out of stinking rotting septic tank that is my credit.
Any rates, my new year's resolution this year was to exude more sexuality, and yet I still manage to spit on myself or someone else every time I say something in a loud room. So I've decided my much more attainable mid-year resolution is to be more interesting. To myself and others. And yet that may prove more difficult. I can feel people giving less of a shit with each passing day. I'm so preoccupied with my own problems that I'm forgetting to point out other people's.
I'll write more when something great happens. I guess.
"Now you live your life like a shadow. In the pouring rain."
-New Order
Any rates, my new year's resolution this year was to exude more sexuality, and yet I still manage to spit on myself or someone else every time I say something in a loud room. So I've decided my much more attainable mid-year resolution is to be more interesting. To myself and others. And yet that may prove more difficult. I can feel people giving less of a shit with each passing day. I'm so preoccupied with my own problems that I'm forgetting to point out other people's.
I'll write more when something great happens. I guess.
"Now you live your life like a shadow. In the pouring rain."
-New Order