the longs and shorts of things
i got the most beautiful fantastic coat. it isn't not warm at all, but this is my bed. i must lie in it. too bad i can't take pictures.
i have bought 4 wigs in the last two days. too bad i can't take pictures.
i have 4 different halloween costumes, (not all corespond with wigs) too bad i can't take pictures.
develop a theme much?
anyway, i work all weekend, so i'm dressing up the whole time.
i took out my christina. too bad. i really wanted it to work out. i stretched my ears because nick bought these riduculous plugs. too bad i can't take pictures.
i hate to clean things. lately it's been myself. nasty, yes. but it's getting cold and i've been high more and more lately. i get home from work and not wash my face. i keep making excuses to avoid showers. we can't turn the heat of until nick moves his computer, so it doesn't overheat. translation, we're going to freeze all winter.
i feel so train of thought lately. and i'm not quite over being told i'm negative. i always 'knew' it, but ya know, it's different having it spelled out for you. i always thought that people thought i was quiet and nice. i guess neither is true. ha. this is the epiphany of my early 20's i guess.
i'm supposed to get a call about another job this week. i am very excited. i know connected. she has given many good words about me. yay! fingers crossed.
there is a boy, and i do mean boy... he's just a baby. who has a crush on me at work. i just want to shake him and tell him he doesn't like 'me' he likes the idea of me. (when did i start sounding like a bad movie?) but it's fucking true. if you saw the situation, you'd know it. the girl who told nick's friend that i was making out with some dude at work as retaliation to me telling nick's friend that she had fucked 4 people in her first couple weeks cornered me at work last night. "why do you hate me?" "it makes me sad" "why did you tell pat those things?" "i like you" "did i do something to piss you off?" what are you supposed to say to something so chach ass and pathetic? lie. lie. lie. i wish i had the balls, or well, the lack of self preservation to tell her what's what.
i have bought 4 wigs in the last two days. too bad i can't take pictures.
i have 4 different halloween costumes, (not all corespond with wigs) too bad i can't take pictures.
develop a theme much?
anyway, i work all weekend, so i'm dressing up the whole time.
i took out my christina. too bad. i really wanted it to work out. i stretched my ears because nick bought these riduculous plugs. too bad i can't take pictures.
i hate to clean things. lately it's been myself. nasty, yes. but it's getting cold and i've been high more and more lately. i get home from work and not wash my face. i keep making excuses to avoid showers. we can't turn the heat of until nick moves his computer, so it doesn't overheat. translation, we're going to freeze all winter.
i feel so train of thought lately. and i'm not quite over being told i'm negative. i always 'knew' it, but ya know, it's different having it spelled out for you. i always thought that people thought i was quiet and nice. i guess neither is true. ha. this is the epiphany of my early 20's i guess.
i'm supposed to get a call about another job this week. i am very excited. i know connected. she has given many good words about me. yay! fingers crossed.
there is a boy, and i do mean boy... he's just a baby. who has a crush on me at work. i just want to shake him and tell him he doesn't like 'me' he likes the idea of me. (when did i start sounding like a bad movie?) but it's fucking true. if you saw the situation, you'd know it. the girl who told nick's friend that i was making out with some dude at work as retaliation to me telling nick's friend that she had fucked 4 people in her first couple weeks cornered me at work last night. "why do you hate me?" "it makes me sad" "why did you tell pat those things?" "i like you" "did i do something to piss you off?" what are you supposed to say to something so chach ass and pathetic? lie. lie. lie. i wish i had the balls, or well, the lack of self preservation to tell her what's what.