newness. weirdness. longing. stress.
Hey so here I am again.
I have the winter blues, and I'm also pretty stressed out.
I've cut down my beer drinking which is awesome, and I'm trying to work out, but that's not coming along so great. I still have a fucked up foot from having stress fractures months ago. My doctor has scared me by saying if it's still fucked up by my next visit (a few days from now) that I have to get a bone scan to rule out cancer. That was a rough couple of days trying to get the word cancer out of my head and pretending my foot no longer hurt.
Yeah it still hurts but apparently now I have some crazy nerve shit going on.
In other news, things at work have changed. I'm flying to Phoenix in two weeks to interview to be the Store Manager of my store and until then, I'm acting as Store Manager. I kinda just have to jump right into it. I have to admit I'm still unsure about the whole thing because it's a contract position that seals my fate for another year.
Speaking of, I'm moving in June to a two bedroom in a location I haven't found yet. My roommate is coming up from Kentucky. I hope this all works out.
I'm really longing to write again. Kevin and his friends are working on a zine that I want to be a part of. I also just want to do other shit. It sounds cheesy but I want to make some sort of art. I'm looking into getting back into making shitty music but I want to wait until I move to buy things.
I have a small, weird crush on Seth Rogan, but only like, 1/3 of the time. Not when he's really big and has gross hair. He also has a career that I would want, and he's my age, which doesn't matter, but makes me feel like I could be doing something else. But anyway, he looks like a bombass cuddler, right? I'd so get with that.
I want to get tattooed. The artist I wanted to go to now only works in Philly Wednesdays and Thursdays while I'm at work. My new days off are Sunday and Monday and now I do a shit ton of office work on Tuesdays. Speaking of, tomorrow is Tuesday and I should be in bed soon. Fucking 2 hour nap I had earlier. Damn.
I have the winter blues, and I'm also pretty stressed out.
I've cut down my beer drinking which is awesome, and I'm trying to work out, but that's not coming along so great. I still have a fucked up foot from having stress fractures months ago. My doctor has scared me by saying if it's still fucked up by my next visit (a few days from now) that I have to get a bone scan to rule out cancer. That was a rough couple of days trying to get the word cancer out of my head and pretending my foot no longer hurt.
Yeah it still hurts but apparently now I have some crazy nerve shit going on.
In other news, things at work have changed. I'm flying to Phoenix in two weeks to interview to be the Store Manager of my store and until then, I'm acting as Store Manager. I kinda just have to jump right into it. I have to admit I'm still unsure about the whole thing because it's a contract position that seals my fate for another year.
Speaking of, I'm moving in June to a two bedroom in a location I haven't found yet. My roommate is coming up from Kentucky. I hope this all works out.
I'm really longing to write again. Kevin and his friends are working on a zine that I want to be a part of. I also just want to do other shit. It sounds cheesy but I want to make some sort of art. I'm looking into getting back into making shitty music but I want to wait until I move to buy things.
I have a small, weird crush on Seth Rogan, but only like, 1/3 of the time. Not when he's really big and has gross hair. He also has a career that I would want, and he's my age, which doesn't matter, but makes me feel like I could be doing something else. But anyway, he looks like a bombass cuddler, right? I'd so get with that.
I want to get tattooed. The artist I wanted to go to now only works in Philly Wednesdays and Thursdays while I'm at work. My new days off are Sunday and Monday and now I do a shit ton of office work on Tuesdays. Speaking of, tomorrow is Tuesday and I should be in bed soon. Fucking 2 hour nap I had earlier. Damn.