Among other things...
Last night's post was a wreck, but so was I. Forget about the things I said. I don't always mean to come off sounding so crazy.
I am one hundred and ten percent honest with you. pinky swear. double pinky swear.
so derek's car broke down in one of the blocks of hampton only known by the addresses. you know a neighborhood is bad when its called the 2000 block. it doesn't even have a catchy name like "ghent" or "hilton". wait. i may have to retract that statement. after all, the white house is 2100 pennsylvania avenue. the 2100 block of pa ave. hmmm. have we a contradiction on our fingers? *cue dum dum dum conspiracy music!* perhaps it is bureaucracy's own way of relating to the public. i should research this and present this as my senior thesis.
five months today! whee! skippy dance!
i'm getting better every day.
last nights attacks didn't last as long as i thought they would. good news.
tomorrow is the job interview. i hope they like chain smokers with earrings and nosies. girls who let holes in their pants become unsightly rips. girls that sometimes forget where they are and let a swear escape their lips. the more i think about it the more i realize how much aramark and i do get along. starbucks has been a blessing.
they:
-let me keep my piercings
-gave me a helluva schedule with flexability
-give me lots of monies!
-don't care too much
-give me tips
-give me meals
they also:
-give me a hard time
-give me headaches.
let's hope the belgium chocolatier (god i can't even spell the place's name, this is not good captain, not good) likes me. likes me enough to give me nine dollars for every hour of the guaranteed 32 hour work week. like me enough to let me stay the way i am, looks wise. likes me enough to hire me on the spot.
whoo. i'm getting nervous.
my posts are growing in length and the night's hours are waning. i should go to bed. its an early morning tomorrow...
i love you like bessie smith sings the blues: slowly, sweetly, and almost achingly. it is pure. i love you the only way i know how, with all of me. from the tips of my fingers down to my toes, i flow with a love as deep, still, and rich as the rivers that course this earth. i want to make you happy. i want to be your puzzle piece. i want to do all i can to make you suddenly think of me and smile. i want to impress you. i want to make every love song make complete sense to you.
meredith loves derek. 4 eva.
I am one hundred and ten percent honest with you. pinky swear. double pinky swear.
so derek's car broke down in one of the blocks of hampton only known by the addresses. you know a neighborhood is bad when its called the 2000 block. it doesn't even have a catchy name like "ghent" or "hilton". wait. i may have to retract that statement. after all, the white house is 2100 pennsylvania avenue. the 2100 block of pa ave. hmmm. have we a contradiction on our fingers? *cue dum dum dum conspiracy music!* perhaps it is bureaucracy's own way of relating to the public. i should research this and present this as my senior thesis.
five months today! whee! skippy dance!
i'm getting better every day.
last nights attacks didn't last as long as i thought they would. good news.
tomorrow is the job interview. i hope they like chain smokers with earrings and nosies. girls who let holes in their pants become unsightly rips. girls that sometimes forget where they are and let a swear escape their lips. the more i think about it the more i realize how much aramark and i do get along. starbucks has been a blessing.
they:
-let me keep my piercings
-gave me a helluva schedule with flexability
-give me lots of monies!
-don't care too much
-give me tips
-give me meals
they also:
-give me a hard time
-give me headaches.
let's hope the belgium chocolatier (god i can't even spell the place's name, this is not good captain, not good) likes me. likes me enough to give me nine dollars for every hour of the guaranteed 32 hour work week. like me enough to let me stay the way i am, looks wise. likes me enough to hire me on the spot.
whoo. i'm getting nervous.
my posts are growing in length and the night's hours are waning. i should go to bed. its an early morning tomorrow...
i love you like bessie smith sings the blues: slowly, sweetly, and almost achingly. it is pure. i love you the only way i know how, with all of me. from the tips of my fingers down to my toes, i flow with a love as deep, still, and rich as the rivers that course this earth. i want to make you happy. i want to be your puzzle piece. i want to do all i can to make you suddenly think of me and smile. i want to impress you. i want to make every love song make complete sense to you.
meredith loves derek. 4 eva.