Alice Through The Looking Glass
I'm not dead. I swear. Well, not mostly.
Life is interesting. I work at Wendy's now, and let me tell you: I have a new respect for people that work in fast food. I BUST my ass for the money they give me. It's tougher than it looks. And I fucked my back up hard core. In CO, employers aren't required to utilize fatigue mats and that makes all the difference.
Brian is still as homesick as ever. It's discouraging, but I'm willing to work with it. I suppose I have to.
There's a lot that I want to write, but I'm not sure if I'm ready for that yet. I told my mom once that I needed to be immature for a bit to get it out of my system, and that one day I would feel the need to become responsible and mature again. I feel like I'm coming into that stage of my life again. I know that I want to go back to school to study psychology, but I'm still not sure what application I want to devote my life to. I want to take care of myself, and be as independent as my mom raised me to be, and being able to do that here has helped me realize that I can do that.
So yeah. I dunno. Maybe I don't have as much to write as I thought I did.
I feel like I can't express myself anymore. I hate that.
I saw her, yeah I saw her
With her Black Tongue tied
Round the Roses
Fist pounding on a vending machine, Toy Diamond Ring stuck on her finger.
With her Noose she can hang on the Sun
Or put out with her dark sunglasses
Walkin crooked cross the beach
She spits on the sand where the Bones are bleachin'.
Life is interesting. I work at Wendy's now, and let me tell you: I have a new respect for people that work in fast food. I BUST my ass for the money they give me. It's tougher than it looks. And I fucked my back up hard core. In CO, employers aren't required to utilize fatigue mats and that makes all the difference.
Brian is still as homesick as ever. It's discouraging, but I'm willing to work with it. I suppose I have to.
There's a lot that I want to write, but I'm not sure if I'm ready for that yet. I told my mom once that I needed to be immature for a bit to get it out of my system, and that one day I would feel the need to become responsible and mature again. I feel like I'm coming into that stage of my life again. I know that I want to go back to school to study psychology, but I'm still not sure what application I want to devote my life to. I want to take care of myself, and be as independent as my mom raised me to be, and being able to do that here has helped me realize that I can do that.
So yeah. I dunno. Maybe I don't have as much to write as I thought I did.
I feel like I can't express myself anymore. I hate that.
I saw her, yeah I saw her
With her Black Tongue tied
Round the Roses
Fist pounding on a vending machine, Toy Diamond Ring stuck on her finger.
With her Noose she can hang on the Sun
Or put out with her dark sunglasses
Walkin crooked cross the beach
She spits on the sand where the Bones are bleachin'.