ho dum di dum
life is neither very good nor very bad. i cut a few people out of my life and have either refused to talk to them or gone as far as giving em the finger, which is pretty damn good considering i usually just cool down for a few secs and then get back to being treated like crap cause i just can't be bothered to look for better company. and i know i sound 13 when i say this but here it goes once more with feeling: next time you try to push me around you'll find my toes so far up your arse you'll be seeing the color of the polish on my toenails, bitches. brr!
work is boring beyond belief. i count the seconds, then minutes, then hours and days. will it ever stop?? somebody please rescue me, i'd even go back to retail to end this ghastly boredom!! nutty customers can at least be entertaining from time to time, or has the passing time corroded my memory?
guess it's the time of the year but i feel a bit of a change coming. i woke up one morning with 11 extra kg, bad haircut, ancient jeans and a stale social life. setting forth to better yourself seems like the only option here, so for the past month i haven't eaten any sugar and now i'm about to kick alcohol for at least a few weeks so that i'll know how it feels to be sober for a change. i've started jogging. with my MOM! that officially makes it serious, right? i carried most of my clothes to Valtteri and didn't even get any new ones to replace em. i've managed to drop about 2kg and i'm on my way back to 53. letting the hair grow too, and therese will ink me a bit next saturday. perhaps one of these days i'll feel brave enough and quit the safety blanket job and go all freelance? soon. before i start planning on yoga or some crap like that.
work is boring beyond belief. i count the seconds, then minutes, then hours and days. will it ever stop?? somebody please rescue me, i'd even go back to retail to end this ghastly boredom!! nutty customers can at least be entertaining from time to time, or has the passing time corroded my memory?
guess it's the time of the year but i feel a bit of a change coming. i woke up one morning with 11 extra kg, bad haircut, ancient jeans and a stale social life. setting forth to better yourself seems like the only option here, so for the past month i haven't eaten any sugar and now i'm about to kick alcohol for at least a few weeks so that i'll know how it feels to be sober for a change. i've started jogging. with my MOM! that officially makes it serious, right? i carried most of my clothes to Valtteri and didn't even get any new ones to replace em. i've managed to drop about 2kg and i'm on my way back to 53. letting the hair grow too, and therese will ink me a bit next saturday. perhaps one of these days i'll feel brave enough and quit the safety blanket job and go all freelance? soon. before i start planning on yoga or some crap like that.