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I formatted my computer, remembering to back up everything EXCEPT all my pictures. Pictures of me, pictures of friends, and pictures of misc cool shit that I've picked up here and there. I'm kinda bummed about it.
On a lighter note, my computer is not infested with a thousand different platform troubles and viruses.
Today was an alright day. Work was really slow and tiring. I took Anonymous in today to get her upper respiratory booster shot, and she decided to piss in my lap in the car on the way there. That was great. I had planned to see my boyfriend later, and the idea of smelling like cat piss didn't sound like something that would turn him on, so I went and bought a new pair of jeans. Yay, new clothes. This is now the second pair of pants that I own. I've been wearing the same pair of jeans to work for about 2 months now... I expect I'll get more comments about that than my hair at work.
Zach's friends were supposed to be at his house, but they weren't, so I drove Zach over to their house. They were there. After dicking around for a few hours, they finally got everything together and were soon hopping around. I started hopping around a few hours later from the second hand smoke and had to leave. It made my stomach all icky, and I could feel it in my head. Feeling like that makes me nervous. Some foreign substance is in my body... in my blood... in my brain... altering the way I think and feel, making me something that I am not, something that I can't control. I know that it is not harmful, but the idea that I feel emotions and think thoughts that aren't created by my own senses completely scares me.
I get nervous. I feel insecure. I start panicking. must... claw... flesh...
Anyway, so I left. I picked up Anonymous and came home.
I need to start going to bed earlier. Staying up these late hours doing pretty much nothing is really taxing me the next day. *sigh* It would be alot easier if Zach lived nearby. I hate the idea that I can't just hop over and see him when I want to.
Each day more that Zach and I hang out, the more I love being with him. At first, I seriously thought that we would soon realize that we didn't really get along as a couple, but he's really surprised me... heh. :) I can't quite describe it... he treats me a little differently than any other person has. We're still quite new, so I'll wait until I know we're really serious about each other before I start talking about us and possibly jinxing a good thing.
I need a sugar daddy.
it's getting late...
I formatted my computer, remembering to back up everything EXCEPT all my pictures. Pictures of me, pictures of friends, and pictures of misc cool shit that I've picked up here and there. I'm kinda bummed about it.
On a lighter note, my computer is not infested with a thousand different platform troubles and viruses.
Today was an alright day. Work was really slow and tiring. I took Anonymous in today to get her upper respiratory booster shot, and she decided to piss in my lap in the car on the way there. That was great. I had planned to see my boyfriend later, and the idea of smelling like cat piss didn't sound like something that would turn him on, so I went and bought a new pair of jeans. Yay, new clothes. This is now the second pair of pants that I own. I've been wearing the same pair of jeans to work for about 2 months now... I expect I'll get more comments about that than my hair at work.
Zach's friends were supposed to be at his house, but they weren't, so I drove Zach over to their house. They were there. After dicking around for a few hours, they finally got everything together and were soon hopping around. I started hopping around a few hours later from the second hand smoke and had to leave. It made my stomach all icky, and I could feel it in my head. Feeling like that makes me nervous. Some foreign substance is in my body... in my blood... in my brain... altering the way I think and feel, making me something that I am not, something that I can't control. I know that it is not harmful, but the idea that I feel emotions and think thoughts that aren't created by my own senses completely scares me.
I get nervous. I feel insecure. I start panicking. must... claw... flesh...
Anyway, so I left. I picked up Anonymous and came home.
I need to start going to bed earlier. Staying up these late hours doing pretty much nothing is really taxing me the next day. *sigh* It would be alot easier if Zach lived nearby. I hate the idea that I can't just hop over and see him when I want to.
Each day more that Zach and I hang out, the more I love being with him. At first, I seriously thought that we would soon realize that we didn't really get along as a couple, but he's really surprised me... heh. :) I can't quite describe it... he treats me a little differently than any other person has. We're still quite new, so I'll wait until I know we're really serious about each other before I start talking about us and possibly jinxing a good thing.
I need a sugar daddy.
it's getting late...