"How could I have burned paradise? How could I, you where never mine."
I went to Wilson's with Abbey yesterday. It was good. Then we went to Barnes & Nobles and went to the gay and lesbian book section to read the "Gaydar" excerpts. That was even better...just like the old days.
I'm going through this thing in life right now where I'm trying to let go. I'm trying not to hate. For instance; I'm trying to take my job situation with a grain of salt. I'm trying not to hate it. It's an everyday battle, but I'm giving it an honest attempt. Also, I'm trying to let go of the past becuase I am an adult. Adults let go, right? For instance; Becca gave Kevin my phone number and told him to call me to "work it out". Sure, I'll try it. Why you ask? It's all because I'm letting go. Anger is bad. So therefore I am letting my hate go.
We'll see how that all works out. I'll keep you posted.
I'm also going through this thing right now where all I want to do in my free time is party. I think it stems from my workaholism. All I do is go to work and so I crave fun. It stems from this party I went to last weekend where the details remane confidential...except to Abbey...damnit Will!!! I had a great time and ever since I always want to go out. I was talking to my executive sous chef about it and she told me that I am at the age where that is normal. I'm trying to have self control. There's something about a good time that just makes me feel so alive. The stress of my job goes away and I feel...well, normal.
Going back to that whole letting go thing...
My job is a poison. It's like AIDS. It kills slowly...for me at least. I am so unhappy there, but my career sence tells me to stay. It's like this...I feel as though if I can put out a year, not including my internship time, I can leave and have a ticket to anywhere I want. I was told back when I tried to quit that the Bartolotta company could be my ticket to Italy. All of those thing wrapped up together make me stay. It's not the money, obviously, or the people. It's the "what if" factor. Like what if I stay and they send me? What if they don't? What if there is promotion opportunity? What if there isn't?
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
Damnitalltohellfutherfuckerscockassedbitches!!!
Ranting is good and now I'm going to go eat pizza.
I'm going through this thing in life right now where I'm trying to let go. I'm trying not to hate. For instance; I'm trying to take my job situation with a grain of salt. I'm trying not to hate it. It's an everyday battle, but I'm giving it an honest attempt. Also, I'm trying to let go of the past becuase I am an adult. Adults let go, right? For instance; Becca gave Kevin my phone number and told him to call me to "work it out". Sure, I'll try it. Why you ask? It's all because I'm letting go. Anger is bad. So therefore I am letting my hate go.
We'll see how that all works out. I'll keep you posted.
I'm also going through this thing right now where all I want to do in my free time is party. I think it stems from my workaholism. All I do is go to work and so I crave fun. It stems from this party I went to last weekend where the details remane confidential...except to Abbey...damnit Will!!! I had a great time and ever since I always want to go out. I was talking to my executive sous chef about it and she told me that I am at the age where that is normal. I'm trying to have self control. There's something about a good time that just makes me feel so alive. The stress of my job goes away and I feel...well, normal.
Going back to that whole letting go thing...
My job is a poison. It's like AIDS. It kills slowly...for me at least. I am so unhappy there, but my career sence tells me to stay. It's like this...I feel as though if I can put out a year, not including my internship time, I can leave and have a ticket to anywhere I want. I was told back when I tried to quit that the Bartolotta company could be my ticket to Italy. All of those thing wrapped up together make me stay. It's not the money, obviously, or the people. It's the "what if" factor. Like what if I stay and they send me? What if they don't? What if there is promotion opportunity? What if there isn't?
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
Damnitalltohellfutherfuckerscockassedbitches!!!
Ranting is good and now I'm going to go eat pizza.