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I miss having friends, or friends who I can see on at least a monthly basis. This past week has just really hit me hard, how much everything has changed/is changing. I'm thriving on the idea that everything is changing and can't wait for it to happen... yet I would give anything for it to stay the same, or go back to what it was.
I found myself in a legitimate panic a few months ago about where I was going to find this year's purple flower. I pushed it out of my mind (like so many other things) and moved on. Last night I woke up from a dead sleep in a drenching sweat, panicking about the same damn thing. I wish there was a perfect little shop not far from here to ease my worries, but the reality is, I should just get over it. Its high time to move on. Maybe next year I'll just grow purple flowers.
I’ve taken tomorrow off from work to catch up on errands and organize my life (or at least make a dent in the paperwork on my desk, you know how it goes). Katie Zinn is coming in for a lunch date, I’m looking forward to it. Like I said, its been a long while since I’ve seen anyone. I’m pretty excited to start the morning off with a cup of coffee and a few chapters of my book… my body doesn’t let me sleep past 8:30 anymore. Its kind of tragic somedays. Even more tragic is the fact that I cannot find my Wallflower book. I think Chris still has it from this summer, and that makes me sadder that I ought to. I should probably stop getting so attached to inanimate objects… Amish country will cure me of that.
Contrary to my above ramblings, life is going pretty okay… a little on the boring side, but still okay. I’ll take it over the lesser alternatives. I think I found my next tattoo ( which i totally stole from somebody's myspace background. I'm okay with it). Now I just need to figure out where to put it. Uh-oh.
Peace, love, and a balloon.
I found myself in a legitimate panic a few months ago about where I was going to find this year's purple flower. I pushed it out of my mind (like so many other things) and moved on. Last night I woke up from a dead sleep in a drenching sweat, panicking about the same damn thing. I wish there was a perfect little shop not far from here to ease my worries, but the reality is, I should just get over it. Its high time to move on. Maybe next year I'll just grow purple flowers.
I’ve taken tomorrow off from work to catch up on errands and organize my life (or at least make a dent in the paperwork on my desk, you know how it goes). Katie Zinn is coming in for a lunch date, I’m looking forward to it. Like I said, its been a long while since I’ve seen anyone. I’m pretty excited to start the morning off with a cup of coffee and a few chapters of my book… my body doesn’t let me sleep past 8:30 anymore. Its kind of tragic somedays. Even more tragic is the fact that I cannot find my Wallflower book. I think Chris still has it from this summer, and that makes me sadder that I ought to. I should probably stop getting so attached to inanimate objects… Amish country will cure me of that.
Contrary to my above ramblings, life is going pretty okay… a little on the boring side, but still okay. I’ll take it over the lesser alternatives. I think I found my next tattoo ( which i totally stole from somebody's myspace background. I'm okay with it). Now I just need to figure out where to put it. Uh-oh.
Peace, love, and a balloon.