erg!
how you know if you're working at a halfway house for teenage boys:
-you get told to shut up repeatly when you ask someone to do their dishes
-you hear "iron man" picked out on electric guitar for an hour straight
-you hear muffled hip-hop at a riduculous volume from a room which does not even have a person in it
-you are so bored that you read the first half of "the great gatsby"
tonight i'm going to randolph to hang out with j. we might go to a s. royalton bar and i will no doubt feel weird about that since i'm not a bar person and in theory neither is he. had a good phone conversation with him last night and then i got drunk by myself. i love wine because i can drink it, get five hours of sleep, and then not be hungover at work in the morning. yay good wine!
also wrote a snarky email to somebody with whom i was having retardo social circle drama. the said drama was my fault of course, but the utter lack of finesse in dealing with it on the part of the other person made me wish i had a giant arm that could reach far away to where said person is and slap them. slap! actually the email wasn't that snarky because i have this irritating predilection towards taking responsibility and trying to be fair. and, since utter lack of finesse can also be translated as uncommunicative, i don't even really know where said slap-worthy individual is coming from and so perhaps this person does not deserve to be slapped with a giant arm at all.
i want to take the veil. not really. but i want to become celibate, even though i don't want to be celibate. in any case i don't want to deal with human emotions anymore, my own or anyone else's. what i need is a spock or a spockette. that's right. i would very much like to be abducted by aliens. now THAT would make a fun bondage scenario.
-you get told to shut up repeatly when you ask someone to do their dishes
-you hear "iron man" picked out on electric guitar for an hour straight
-you hear muffled hip-hop at a riduculous volume from a room which does not even have a person in it
-you are so bored that you read the first half of "the great gatsby"
tonight i'm going to randolph to hang out with j. we might go to a s. royalton bar and i will no doubt feel weird about that since i'm not a bar person and in theory neither is he. had a good phone conversation with him last night and then i got drunk by myself. i love wine because i can drink it, get five hours of sleep, and then not be hungover at work in the morning. yay good wine!
also wrote a snarky email to somebody with whom i was having retardo social circle drama. the said drama was my fault of course, but the utter lack of finesse in dealing with it on the part of the other person made me wish i had a giant arm that could reach far away to where said person is and slap them. slap! actually the email wasn't that snarky because i have this irritating predilection towards taking responsibility and trying to be fair. and, since utter lack of finesse can also be translated as uncommunicative, i don't even really know where said slap-worthy individual is coming from and so perhaps this person does not deserve to be slapped with a giant arm at all.
i want to take the veil. not really. but i want to become celibate, even though i don't want to be celibate. in any case i don't want to deal with human emotions anymore, my own or anyone else's. what i need is a spock or a spockette. that's right. i would very much like to be abducted by aliens. now THAT would make a fun bondage scenario.