donations?
i feel like i should have a lot to say but for some reason i just dont. im pretty content with my life right now, i dont know if content is really where i want to be but for now, its working.
i got a really awesome job where i dont have to do a lot of work and i get paid a shit ton to not do it. i start soon. working full time kinda blows but its nice to have money.
classes start on monday. i dont even care.
i live at home now. it sucks. i can no longer cohabitate with adults. we like eachother much better when i live somewhere else. hopefully me not being home much coming up will remedy this, cos the whole free food thing is sooooooo working out.
the concept "time is the beauty of the road being long" recently presented itself to me. i like it.
im currently hyper-stressing out about the idea of the rupture of my achilles tendon. something about the severing of such a thick tendon, and it being so crippling, not to mention just looking like hell (need i reference photo 1 of post on may 31st). this is a completely unfounded worry but the fact that im hyper-tired is aiding it.
that being said, i am terrified of someone running into the backs of my heels with a shopping cart. i dont know if anyone else is aware of that bar on them being the EXACT right height to RAM someones heels, but way to go shopping-cart-maker-faggots.
i always end posts with saying ill post pics, but lets be honest, i wont. and even if i wanted to, i dont know where my camera or cord or memory card or card reader is. so fuck it.
LOVE!
i got a really awesome job where i dont have to do a lot of work and i get paid a shit ton to not do it. i start soon. working full time kinda blows but its nice to have money.
classes start on monday. i dont even care.
i live at home now. it sucks. i can no longer cohabitate with adults. we like eachother much better when i live somewhere else. hopefully me not being home much coming up will remedy this, cos the whole free food thing is sooooooo working out.
the concept "time is the beauty of the road being long" recently presented itself to me. i like it.
im currently hyper-stressing out about the idea of the rupture of my achilles tendon. something about the severing of such a thick tendon, and it being so crippling, not to mention just looking like hell (need i reference photo 1 of post on may 31st). this is a completely unfounded worry but the fact that im hyper-tired is aiding it.
that being said, i am terrified of someone running into the backs of my heels with a shopping cart. i dont know if anyone else is aware of that bar on them being the EXACT right height to RAM someones heels, but way to go shopping-cart-maker-faggots.
i always end posts with saying ill post pics, but lets be honest, i wont. and even if i wanted to, i dont know where my camera or cord or memory card or card reader is. so fuck it.
LOVE!