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I have lost contact with a lot of people and while I'm neither happy nor proud of that it seems to work for me now.
I am sitting on the floor at home, my home, our home aka Selina. I really don't like the name Selina but it seems fitting. Two things have the majority of my attention right now, to my left a beer and to my right Impulse. Impulse is sitting in a bunch of dead flowers slowly eating them, occationally you will see a flower disappear into the bunch and hear some crunching or else his little head will pop out, look around, then pop back in again. I could watch him for hours.
I always thought life would start when I moved out or did this or did that, I guess I had some grand idea of what "life" is. Sometimes I'm silly like that. While my grand idea hasn't happened started or whatnot, I do have those moments when I'm 100% happy (like Target!) and thats pretty sweet.
I like my job (Impulse is cleaning himself, its so cute) I bitch and moan, I get angry and my work mates and bright pink uniform but I've still never had a better job. I love my kids and can't believe how attatched I am to some, I see these kids sometimes more then I see Sarah and there's a real emotion bond thats there, watching them grow and go to 'big school' its awesome. Now I'm getting emotional, curse you beer, I feel like a loser, or maybe just someone normal.
Life isnt all sunshine and lollypops (although that would be pretty sweet) I have my shits and my total god damn its but so far I've gotten through it, there's been hospitals, drugs and just nights you dont want to remember but life goes on hey? It's all one big up and down and you just have to ride through till its smooth sailing.
Next week is Mardi Gra I'm pretty gosh darn excited about that, weekends away are fantastic and we can go visit Sarah's cousin and her new baby and lie on the beach and just enjoy. Oh and theres the whole gay thing hooplah.
I've had enough writing, time for musical numbers...
I am sitting on the floor at home, my home, our home aka Selina. I really don't like the name Selina but it seems fitting. Two things have the majority of my attention right now, to my left a beer and to my right Impulse. Impulse is sitting in a bunch of dead flowers slowly eating them, occationally you will see a flower disappear into the bunch and hear some crunching or else his little head will pop out, look around, then pop back in again. I could watch him for hours.
I always thought life would start when I moved out or did this or did that, I guess I had some grand idea of what "life" is. Sometimes I'm silly like that. While my grand idea hasn't happened started or whatnot, I do have those moments when I'm 100% happy (like Target!) and thats pretty sweet.
I like my job (Impulse is cleaning himself, its so cute) I bitch and moan, I get angry and my work mates and bright pink uniform but I've still never had a better job. I love my kids and can't believe how attatched I am to some, I see these kids sometimes more then I see Sarah and there's a real emotion bond thats there, watching them grow and go to 'big school' its awesome. Now I'm getting emotional, curse you beer, I feel like a loser, or maybe just someone normal.
Life isnt all sunshine and lollypops (although that would be pretty sweet) I have my shits and my total god damn its but so far I've gotten through it, there's been hospitals, drugs and just nights you dont want to remember but life goes on hey? It's all one big up and down and you just have to ride through till its smooth sailing.
Next week is Mardi Gra I'm pretty gosh darn excited about that, weekends away are fantastic and we can go visit Sarah's cousin and her new baby and lie on the beach and just enjoy. Oh and theres the whole gay thing hooplah.
I've had enough writing, time for musical numbers...