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Up. Not tired enough to sleep. Kinda bored. Gonna rant and ramble.
Phineas is tearing around the house in crazy mode. I always wonder if it bothers the people who live below me but they've never been like "What the fuck is that scratching noise shit at one in the morning?!" so I guess it doesn't.
It was a fucking reunion at work today. Three former Uniteds came in today. Always cool to see them of course. Some folks still working there have issues with some of these formers but I don't. None of them ever did me wrong so I'm not gonna hold stupid grudges just cause someone else has a problem with them. That's their bag and it's stupid.
It occured to me that I've been single now for more than a year. Wow. It went fast. This was a quick year. Luckily I'm not the type of person that gets lonely easily. Not really. I'd like to think it's cause I'm cool with who I am and can be by myself without myself getting on my nerves. Does that make sense? Sometimes though I do... crave is too strong a word... miss, I miss having intimate human contact. I'm feeling a bit of that tonight. I ain't talking sex (although...), I'm talking just contact: a soft neck to kiss, a warm hand to hold, that kinda thing. Though from my experience women's hands are almost always cold. What is up with that? I blame global warming.
Ugh. Fuck. Still not tired enough. I gotta have some sorta disease or psychological malfunction cause I am horrible at sleeping. On a good night I get six hours. Most nights it's probably closer to four. Maybe it's because I'm a light sleeper. It doesn't take much to wake me up.
Wow. Being looking thru Craiglist at apt's in Louisville... not bad. Some stuff in the Highlands... looks decent enough. There's a few good ones for about what I'm paying here. All I need is a job. That won't be hard to find. Hmm... maybe time to swing back to L-ville next week and see what I can work out.
Ahh... there's the burning in the eyes that signals I'm just tired enough to lie down and in another 20-30 minutes, I'll be asleep.
Stay slinky.
Phineas is tearing around the house in crazy mode. I always wonder if it bothers the people who live below me but they've never been like "What the fuck is that scratching noise shit at one in the morning?!" so I guess it doesn't.
It was a fucking reunion at work today. Three former Uniteds came in today. Always cool to see them of course. Some folks still working there have issues with some of these formers but I don't. None of them ever did me wrong so I'm not gonna hold stupid grudges just cause someone else has a problem with them. That's their bag and it's stupid.
It occured to me that I've been single now for more than a year. Wow. It went fast. This was a quick year. Luckily I'm not the type of person that gets lonely easily. Not really. I'd like to think it's cause I'm cool with who I am and can be by myself without myself getting on my nerves. Does that make sense? Sometimes though I do... crave is too strong a word... miss, I miss having intimate human contact. I'm feeling a bit of that tonight. I ain't talking sex (although...), I'm talking just contact: a soft neck to kiss, a warm hand to hold, that kinda thing. Though from my experience women's hands are almost always cold. What is up with that? I blame global warming.
Ugh. Fuck. Still not tired enough. I gotta have some sorta disease or psychological malfunction cause I am horrible at sleeping. On a good night I get six hours. Most nights it's probably closer to four. Maybe it's because I'm a light sleeper. It doesn't take much to wake me up.
Wow. Being looking thru Craiglist at apt's in Louisville... not bad. Some stuff in the Highlands... looks decent enough. There's a few good ones for about what I'm paying here. All I need is a job. That won't be hard to find. Hmm... maybe time to swing back to L-ville next week and see what I can work out.
Ahh... there's the burning in the eyes that signals I'm just tired enough to lie down and in another 20-30 minutes, I'll be asleep.
Stay slinky.