mehbe
I am in such a meh-be state. I don't know where the fear of commitment or just plain fear is coming from. It's making me wake up
And the raccoon screaming bloody murder last night/morn at 4am didn't help. He was just screaming and screaming. Buddies let him get caught in the trash can and with the window open it sounded like he was literally in the living room. E's like, "don't go in there, there's a coon in the house!!#$*&#(!!" And I was standing there naked in the bedroom, shaking my hands from the wrist and running back and forth like Homer Simpson panic mode.
It was sort of pathetic. As we turned on the lights, retrieved the gatos (all safe, thanks), eventually the coon's buddies were able to free him and they were off.
I am so sick of these bastards waking me up. It had never been this bad at all. Then they started hitting the 'hood on garbage night and now it's any night we put trash in the can. They've learned to move bricks and other obstacles... anyways, it's over for now.
Then I had to wake up by 5, to leave by 6, to be at work for meetings starting at 7, worked my ass off nonstop until 5:30, and barely made it home before 7 (traffic = extra 50%). But because we're dreaming about home ownership finally being somewhat in reach I just keep telling myself there's no place like home, there's no place like home I love my job, I love my job... and actually I do love the feelings of success, of helping people, of seeing some long time customers today and giving hugs (strange, eh), of having my skills valued and exhaulted and being respected for my intelligence. Of having people not know I am a partier or exhibiting judgement in that way. I just wish I had more control over how many projects, how far a commute, I wish I wish.
Never mind friends are here time to start rocking! :)
It's not all coons and work
And the raccoon screaming bloody murder last night/morn at 4am didn't help. He was just screaming and screaming. Buddies let him get caught in the trash can and with the window open it sounded like he was literally in the living room. E's like, "don't go in there, there's a coon in the house!!#$*&#(!!" And I was standing there naked in the bedroom, shaking my hands from the wrist and running back and forth like Homer Simpson panic mode.
It was sort of pathetic. As we turned on the lights, retrieved the gatos (all safe, thanks), eventually the coon's buddies were able to free him and they were off.
I am so sick of these bastards waking me up. It had never been this bad at all. Then they started hitting the 'hood on garbage night and now it's any night we put trash in the can. They've learned to move bricks and other obstacles... anyways, it's over for now.
Then I had to wake up by 5, to leave by 6, to be at work for meetings starting at 7, worked my ass off nonstop until 5:30, and barely made it home before 7 (traffic = extra 50%). But because we're dreaming about home ownership finally being somewhat in reach I just keep telling myself there's no place like home, there's no place like home I love my job, I love my job... and actually I do love the feelings of success, of helping people, of seeing some long time customers today and giving hugs (strange, eh), of having my skills valued and exhaulted and being respected for my intelligence. Of having people not know I am a partier or exhibiting judgement in that way. I just wish I had more control over how many projects, how far a commute, I wish I wish.
Never mind friends are here time to start rocking! :)
It's not all coons and work