My Receipt of thought process.
Well, had a small get together with people from work...it sucked as shit usually does. I hate socializing with a large amount of people...it sucks ass...at least at one time...unless I know them all. I hate them polluting my house, my sound, my sight, and my peace of mind. They are all waiters though, and I found it rather ironic and able to chuckle at that at the end of the night...ONCE MORE...I was picking up people's empty beer bottles, cigarette butts, whilst trying to shoo them out the door without being rude.
I think of Michael often...he will be here tomorrow. Our time apart grows shorter and shorter as I wait until i can finally exhale in my own place with my beautiful stallion who makes my world brighter whenever he is there...on the phone, in person, or sometimes simply thought.
I hate work. I hate Mamacita's. I hate waiting tables. I hate flat feet.
I love Michael. I love my family (in a wierd sense). I love people who enrich my life and don't make it irritating difficult or trying (gee, who does that leave...could count them on two hands prolly). I love bagel dogs. Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens.
Goodnight bleak world that I wouldn't trade for...well...the world?
I think of Michael often...he will be here tomorrow. Our time apart grows shorter and shorter as I wait until i can finally exhale in my own place with my beautiful stallion who makes my world brighter whenever he is there...on the phone, in person, or sometimes simply thought.
I hate work. I hate Mamacita's. I hate waiting tables. I hate flat feet.
I love Michael. I love my family (in a wierd sense). I love people who enrich my life and don't make it irritating difficult or trying (gee, who does that leave...could count them on two hands prolly). I love bagel dogs. Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens.
Goodnight bleak world that I wouldn't trade for...well...the world?