i'm just not myself these days
it's been decided but i'm having decision remorse... my best bet is to not think about it
also i dont want to think about it, because then my LJs are just bitchy complaints all the way through.. fuck that i'm over being Debbie Downer
so anyways... fell at work twice.. once on skates and once on a skateboard outside.. i was skating in heels whatdya expect! got some bruises to remind me i'm an idiot
went to jury duty.. i was freakin out the day before.. but it wasnt bad.. talked to some old black lady about her life in the 50s and it actually wasnt that bad... civil rights movements, lynching of her grandparents' generation.. amazing things.. i ever learned the old southern way to clean things.. BLEACH!.. she ONLY keeps bleach at her house.. AMAZING...
i also read a lot of my book.. i'm almost done and i'm really into it.
endnote: jury duty wasnt that bad
the day only got good when my sister smoked me out.. thanks FOR THE THIRD TIME ON LJ.. it really made me happy and thanks to you it's now 12:30 and my room is clean and i took a shower and i got everything ready for tomorrow.. i can focus and it scares me because i like it.. i'm addicted and weighing out the possibilies already of smoking it for the rest of my life... it equals a coffee addicts feeling; "it helps me get up and get my day going, everything gets done" except for i need to slow down.. and i do.. and its great.. and people are going to judge me i dont care, i'm happy
new city... no tie downs here... family will always be there... focus on the task at hand, the goal needed to be achieved in the longrun... time for a new city.. but where?
timme to: take time to contemplate who you are and where you want to go.
also i dont want to think about it, because then my LJs are just bitchy complaints all the way through.. fuck that i'm over being Debbie Downer
so anyways... fell at work twice.. once on skates and once on a skateboard outside.. i was skating in heels whatdya expect! got some bruises to remind me i'm an idiot
went to jury duty.. i was freakin out the day before.. but it wasnt bad.. talked to some old black lady about her life in the 50s and it actually wasnt that bad... civil rights movements, lynching of her grandparents' generation.. amazing things.. i ever learned the old southern way to clean things.. BLEACH!.. she ONLY keeps bleach at her house.. AMAZING...
i also read a lot of my book.. i'm almost done and i'm really into it.
endnote: jury duty wasnt that bad
the day only got good when my sister smoked me out.. thanks FOR THE THIRD TIME ON LJ.. it really made me happy and thanks to you it's now 12:30 and my room is clean and i took a shower and i got everything ready for tomorrow.. i can focus and it scares me because i like it.. i'm addicted and weighing out the possibilies already of smoking it for the rest of my life... it equals a coffee addicts feeling; "it helps me get up and get my day going, everything gets done" except for i need to slow down.. and i do.. and its great.. and people are going to judge me i dont care, i'm happy
new city... no tie downs here... family will always be there... focus on the task at hand, the goal needed to be achieved in the longrun... time for a new city.. but where?
timme to: take time to contemplate who you are and where you want to go.