my words are cold and flat..and you deserve more than that...
The subject line of this entry is the primary reason I've negleted this space reserved for emotional masturbation. I haven't had much to say that isn't self loathing and boring. Because really, I could update this thing every single day with how I'm disgruntled with my job, with the fact that I allow people to take advantage of me, how living with my family (minus my sister) makes me want to go play chicken on 495. But that's boring. It's what everyone writes about. Things have been hard over the last few months, but I think I've finally found the right opportunity to graduate from this, sorry to use this psychoanalytic-bullshit term, quarter life crisis. I'm closing both eyes, and jumping off a cliff straight into a giant, cold vat of new job in a new state. And whether its with the one that I'm currently in the running for, or something else, I'm moving onto a new chapter. And for the first time in my life, I'm actually absurdly excited about it. The plunge into uncertainty feels awesome. I'm happy and excited to see what comes next because I've stopped trying to needlehole my life based on what I thought was expected of me. When I was 15, this isn't were I expected to be at 24. But its the right place. I'm happy, I have an amazing core group of people who are my reason for breathing, I have a great career in the works. I'm young, ambitious, and I have blue eyes, blonde hair, and a great rack. That'll take you far in life.
I am in the best fucking shape of my entire life. I am now officially 78 pounds thinner than I was on June 29, 2005. Guys ask to sleep with me all the time. It's terrifying. (I'm kidding) Albeit, where I've wanted to lose the weight (my giant funbags) it hasn't come off as quickly as I would have liked. But luckily, because of my weight loss and current BMI, I can get breast reduction surgery free of charge. God bless insurance. If my leap into the unknown gets posponed a few months, you all better take your opportunity to grope me now, because its likely I'll be having the surgery over the summer.
Ken and Rachel, congrats. I wish you both all the happiness in the universe.
I am in the best fucking shape of my entire life. I am now officially 78 pounds thinner than I was on June 29, 2005. Guys ask to sleep with me all the time. It's terrifying. (I'm kidding) Albeit, where I've wanted to lose the weight (my giant funbags) it hasn't come off as quickly as I would have liked. But luckily, because of my weight loss and current BMI, I can get breast reduction surgery free of charge. God bless insurance. If my leap into the unknown gets posponed a few months, you all better take your opportunity to grope me now, because its likely I'll be having the surgery over the summer.
Ken and Rachel, congrats. I wish you both all the happiness in the universe.