What was that promise that you made?
Grrrr. You know what I hate about technology? In order to fully understand someone's meaning, you need to hear the tone in which they're speaking. You lose that entirely when you send emails, ims or text messages. I could be joking with you or I could actually mean that I want to rip you a new one. You don't know.
This becomes much worse for someone who has a tendency to be paranoid... I'm just saying in general... not talking about anyone in particular... certainly not me.
You know what's funny? (this is how I'm gonna start every new thought process). That you can physically feel panic. It's really kind of bizarre. A perfectly good day can easily be ruined by something that came in the mail maybe. You open the letter and you can actually feel a rush. I either get it radiating out from my chest or flowing down from the top of my head. I get hot. Way too hot. I'd imagine that to be my blood pressure making it's way through the roof. All of a sudden you realize that your breathing has become somewhat erratic. The good thing is though, you know what it's from and usually, because it happens in stages, you have time to do something about it before you explode on the nearest person.
You know what makes me happy? My dad and I are gonna go car shopping for me today. I'm certainly sad to know that if I trade the sexterra in, they're gonna pay off my loan and more than likely, they will give it a nice send off before they start taking parts off of it. The truth of the matter is that while it probably should still be in its prime, the sexterra has 110,000 miles on it. It uses too much gas and the payment is just too freaking much. I don't have very many bills but the ones I do have end up being late just so I make sure the car gets payed off first. I can't do it. So I am now in the market for something smaller, cheaper but just as hot. Preferably something with a name that I can twist into something sexual... I have to have standards.
This becomes much worse for someone who has a tendency to be paranoid... I'm just saying in general... not talking about anyone in particular... certainly not me.
You know what's funny? (this is how I'm gonna start every new thought process). That you can physically feel panic. It's really kind of bizarre. A perfectly good day can easily be ruined by something that came in the mail maybe. You open the letter and you can actually feel a rush. I either get it radiating out from my chest or flowing down from the top of my head. I get hot. Way too hot. I'd imagine that to be my blood pressure making it's way through the roof. All of a sudden you realize that your breathing has become somewhat erratic. The good thing is though, you know what it's from and usually, because it happens in stages, you have time to do something about it before you explode on the nearest person.
You know what makes me happy? My dad and I are gonna go car shopping for me today. I'm certainly sad to know that if I trade the sexterra in, they're gonna pay off my loan and more than likely, they will give it a nice send off before they start taking parts off of it. The truth of the matter is that while it probably should still be in its prime, the sexterra has 110,000 miles on it. It uses too much gas and the payment is just too freaking much. I don't have very many bills but the ones I do have end up being late just so I make sure the car gets payed off first. I can't do it. So I am now in the market for something smaller, cheaper but just as hot. Preferably something with a name that I can twist into something sexual... I have to have standards.