hey hey, updateface
So, I'm at work. You may say, "but love, it's after 8pm, what the hell are you doing there?" Well my response would be, "posting on livejournal." My only hope at this point is that I will have another terrible night of sleep (or lack thereof) and that I'll be able to make it up in transit tomorrow. My flight leaves at noon and so I'm playing hooky (except that I totally made up the hours tonight, so no guilt there). If I don't get sleep then I can sleep in and feel like a real person. In case you're curious, my life has been about this for the past two months. The past two working days were the most intense and irritating ever. Ever. But they're done (almost, now doesn't count as irritating because I'm wasting time). Now all I have to do is spend 5 days in a city I really like. It should be okay.
In other news: life has gotten very strange. I think maybe the tide is turning or some other ridiculous cliche that implies that from now on maybe things will be better. I wish I knew how to handle it all. I have made a decision though, after this conference I'm going to kick this town's ass. Me and Maura (work buddy/girltalker) are going to take over. We'll be partners in crime and may some omnipotent force be watching over you if you get in our way. I'm going to learn to have fun. I'm excited. Future partners in crime include my brother (Buffalo, you're in big trouble come mid-February) and Kristen (Vegas is in the works). Back to kicking D.C.'s ass. I'm going to find a lot of reasons not to like it legitimately. Now I don't like it because I miss NY more than I ever wanted to admit. Eventually I want to not like it on it's own lack of merit. I want to hate it because I know all the museums and every neighborhood; I'm going to hate it because I know exactly what kinds of people hang out in which bars. Damnit, I'm going to hate it because it haunts me the way NP did. I want to feel nauseaus everytime I walk down the street and see person x again. I'm going to make this town so small in my mind that I have to leave because otherwise they'll kick me out for what I've done and the disasters that trail behind me. Disasters. are you convinced? I'm almost convinced. I've been talking to Brandon a lot, could you tell? Ha! I'm very dramatic, but I think it's required here.
Okay now I'm going to read the paper because that's just how I do. 34,000 Iraqis dead, congratulations America. (sometimes I almost cry at work and file for Canadian visas, but not today because it was too busy)
In other news: life has gotten very strange. I think maybe the tide is turning or some other ridiculous cliche that implies that from now on maybe things will be better. I wish I knew how to handle it all. I have made a decision though, after this conference I'm going to kick this town's ass. Me and Maura (work buddy/girltalker) are going to take over. We'll be partners in crime and may some omnipotent force be watching over you if you get in our way. I'm going to learn to have fun. I'm excited. Future partners in crime include my brother (Buffalo, you're in big trouble come mid-February) and Kristen (Vegas is in the works). Back to kicking D.C.'s ass. I'm going to find a lot of reasons not to like it legitimately. Now I don't like it because I miss NY more than I ever wanted to admit. Eventually I want to not like it on it's own lack of merit. I want to hate it because I know all the museums and every neighborhood; I'm going to hate it because I know exactly what kinds of people hang out in which bars. Damnit, I'm going to hate it because it haunts me the way NP did. I want to feel nauseaus everytime I walk down the street and see person x again. I'm going to make this town so small in my mind that I have to leave because otherwise they'll kick me out for what I've done and the disasters that trail behind me. Disasters. are you convinced? I'm almost convinced. I've been talking to Brandon a lot, could you tell? Ha! I'm very dramatic, but I think it's required here.
Okay now I'm going to read the paper because that's just how I do. 34,000 Iraqis dead, congratulations America. (sometimes I almost cry at work and file for Canadian visas, but not today because it was too busy)