Even The Confused Must Eat.
Oh dear. What have I been up to lately.
First, I've been reclusing in my spacious bedroom and wandering around Burlington nightlife with Georgie-Boy and various other Parlor Shop droogies. Job hunting, yet again. Grumping over the high cost of city laundromats. Going back to college town now and again to do some of the catch-ups.
Boys? Not so well in college town. Hee! Shoved DVDs into Exhibit A's stomach and flat-out told Exhibit B that I hated him with a true, burning passion. (Unfortunately he may be at my house today on a mini-visit with other people. But there is no awkward turtle, I've made it into soup.)
I've spent the past few weeks reclusing and growing as crazy as one can be while keeping aware of it. Analyzed confusion and chaos until I realized that all I'm doing is having my One Hell Of A *click*BOOM.
Like shoving DVDs at one and telling the other to piss off. It's my experiment-of-a-way of confronting people who I feel have been treating me like shit in order to fully progress to the next step of my life, wherever that will be. (I don't want to feel sad over hurtful things anymore. I want to feel angry. Rawr rawr rawr.)
Don't worry. I can feel it calming down like the smoke clearing after a blast. Major life and self changes leaving behind the ruins of who-knows-what.
BUT! I have grocery shopping to do. Even the confused must eat.
First, I've been reclusing in my spacious bedroom and wandering around Burlington nightlife with Georgie-Boy and various other Parlor Shop droogies. Job hunting, yet again. Grumping over the high cost of city laundromats. Going back to college town now and again to do some of the catch-ups.
Boys? Not so well in college town. Hee! Shoved DVDs into Exhibit A's stomach and flat-out told Exhibit B that I hated him with a true, burning passion. (Unfortunately he may be at my house today on a mini-visit with other people. But there is no awkward turtle, I've made it into soup.)
I've spent the past few weeks reclusing and growing as crazy as one can be while keeping aware of it. Analyzed confusion and chaos until I realized that all I'm doing is having my One Hell Of A *click*BOOM.
Like shoving DVDs at one and telling the other to piss off. It's my experiment-of-a-way of confronting people who I feel have been treating me like shit in order to fully progress to the next step of my life, wherever that will be. (I don't want to feel sad over hurtful things anymore. I want to feel angry. Rawr rawr rawr.)
Don't worry. I can feel it calming down like the smoke clearing after a blast. Major life and self changes leaving behind the ruins of who-knows-what.
BUT! I have grocery shopping to do. Even the confused must eat.