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i got my hair cut yesterday.
this isn't a good picture but it's all i felt like bothering with.
(it's in a ponytail)
bacardi 151 and cola is my savior.
i got 7 fucking hours at work this week.
i'm going to kill someone
or quit it if it happens again next week.
i like making peoplefeel better
but i don't know if i could handle repeating the same theraputic trained phrases over and over for a suicidal person. i'm too selfish and uncaring - and i know it's only them who can pull themselves out of the rut. i've been there, and i feel like if i don't know the person really well, i can't truly care and don't feel the need to go into deep conversation and help them. and repeating the same shit feels so fake and insincere. maybe i'm not meant for psychotherapy. but i'm sure as hell not meant for art even though i'm good at it. so what the hell am i fucking meant for? i would like to teach but i need more money and security...
my roommate got me hella tight salt and pepper shakers. they are doxens and the holes are their assholes.
she said i'm very independent. she said she wants to be in between independent and dependent. i take that as "you're oddly unusually incredibly independent: a loner". whatever. i don't care.
i made my thank you cards today. and since my indian giver quitting coworker took back her shift tomorrow morning i guess i'll be hitting up kinkos early for some copies.
this isn't a good picture but it's all i felt like bothering with.
(it's in a ponytail)
bacardi 151 and cola is my savior.
i got 7 fucking hours at work this week.
i'm going to kill someone
or quit it if it happens again next week.
i like making peoplefeel better
but i don't know if i could handle repeating the same theraputic trained phrases over and over for a suicidal person. i'm too selfish and uncaring - and i know it's only them who can pull themselves out of the rut. i've been there, and i feel like if i don't know the person really well, i can't truly care and don't feel the need to go into deep conversation and help them. and repeating the same shit feels so fake and insincere. maybe i'm not meant for psychotherapy. but i'm sure as hell not meant for art even though i'm good at it. so what the hell am i fucking meant for? i would like to teach but i need more money and security...
my roommate got me hella tight salt and pepper shakers. they are doxens and the holes are their assholes.
she said i'm very independent. she said she wants to be in between independent and dependent. i take that as "you're oddly unusually incredibly independent: a loner". whatever. i don't care.
i made my thank you cards today. and since my indian giver quitting coworker took back her shift tomorrow morning i guess i'll be hitting up kinkos early for some copies.