more anticipation
It has just come to my attention that we're making a seattle stop.
A seattle stop bitches. And do you know what that means? NO, you don't so I will tell you. That fucking means I will get to see Billy...in SEATTLE. Awesome.
Fuck, I havent seen him in ages it feels like. When really it's actually only about 3 and a half months. blah. too long. Too, too long.
But it's cool...I am SO gonna party it up there with Will and it will be fantastic and rad and like- like the fucking good old days!
I might even decide to go ahead and just stay there with him until he comes back to Texas, which of course would mean I lose my job. But I am more than willing to do that at this point. This anticipation, this feeling of excitement...allow me to be just a little bit fucking cheesy here, this feeling of butterflies so to speak, this is what it's all about. This is how it was. This is what I've missed so very much for the past 3 months. And though I've been trying to swallow the tough shit and just go through it fairly cheerfully there has just been something weighing down on my fucking chest the whole time...crushing the hell out of it.
This is what I've missed. This is what, for 3 and 1/2 months I have been trying not to recognize or pay attention to for fear that it would worsen and become so strong that it would immobilize me and I would be unable to do anything about it. Now I don't mind recognizing it. Because I can do something about it, I'm facing it.
Let's do this shit. I'm so fucking ready.
haha, I'm at work right now and some fucker barfed all over the floor! gross
so the manager at the bar sent over this guy who works there too but not as a bartender, to clean it all up. He started crying...I swear literally crying. I was hilarious. And I really hate that guy too, so I'll never let him live this shit down
A seattle stop bitches. And do you know what that means? NO, you don't so I will tell you. That fucking means I will get to see Billy...in SEATTLE. Awesome.
Fuck, I havent seen him in ages it feels like. When really it's actually only about 3 and a half months. blah. too long. Too, too long.
But it's cool...I am SO gonna party it up there with Will and it will be fantastic and rad and like- like the fucking good old days!
I might even decide to go ahead and just stay there with him until he comes back to Texas, which of course would mean I lose my job. But I am more than willing to do that at this point. This anticipation, this feeling of excitement...allow me to be just a little bit fucking cheesy here, this feeling of butterflies so to speak, this is what it's all about. This is how it was. This is what I've missed so very much for the past 3 months. And though I've been trying to swallow the tough shit and just go through it fairly cheerfully there has just been something weighing down on my fucking chest the whole time...crushing the hell out of it.
This is what I've missed. This is what, for 3 and 1/2 months I have been trying not to recognize or pay attention to for fear that it would worsen and become so strong that it would immobilize me and I would be unable to do anything about it. Now I don't mind recognizing it. Because I can do something about it, I'm facing it.
Let's do this shit. I'm so fucking ready.
haha, I'm at work right now and some fucker barfed all over the floor! gross
so the manager at the bar sent over this guy who works there too but not as a bartender, to clean it all up. He started crying...I swear literally crying. I was hilarious. And I really hate that guy too, so I'll never let him live this shit down