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Woohoo.
So.
I'm sick.
It's fantastic.
It's really not that bad, Yes, I feel bad, yes, I wrecked my bike because of my disorientation. And then I hurt my shoulder in the fall. It's alright though, I was either a few seconds or few inches from decapitation by taxi, so I came out fairly well, if I do say so myself. A helmet won't help much against decapitation.
Working with dogs is really awesome in a way. It's satisfies my doggie need. Also, I really miss Julie. I fucking love dogs. I love cats. I am an animal person. This may not be the exact answer to my calling, but I think it's all coming together pretty neat. A greater understanding of the plights of the world rather than just the plight of my pockets. This desire to be impactful. It seems as though more schooling is nessesary, but I know now that this isn't the place I need to stay. I belong somewhere else. Everybody secretly knows what's best for themselves, right?
I love my family, but I need some distance.
I love snow, but it makes me sick to be cold.
I love the city, but I also love space, stretches of land, turn a corner and nobody's there. And you can sit there for a while because nobody will be there and if somebody does show up they wouldn't dream of stabbing you.
It seems life is saying..
Figure out your career goal.
Figure out where you want to stay for a long while.(This may require travel.)
Go there.
Go to school, or intern or do whatever it is that you can do to be involved.
And somewhere in between maybe love will find you.
So, my job. I love dogs. Small and big. People always complain about small dogs, and yeah, I've met some terrible small dogs, but it's like anything else, the life needs to be nurtured and disciplined, carved into the creature it will remain until the next big molding of existence.
Spoiled brats are spoiled brats. All in all, I believe humans want to be a little disciplined. We like it. And if we don't, we really like to provoke it.
My favorite kind of dog changes all the time. Sometimes I love the short squat dogs, or the ones that like to be picked up. Then I also like the big dogs that stand by your side, you don't have to lean down to pet them, at or higher than waist level. And that's at a height of 5'8".
Right now I'm daydreaming of breeding Great Danes. They're so big, but graceful and affectionate.
It's crazy. Everybody there seems to love and hate their job at the same time.
If it would warm up, I wouldn't be sick anymore.
Nobody ever posts a Missed Connection for me. It felt as though this pharmacist was really digging me yesterday when I talked to him about my snot problems. He used the word "crap", which seems pretty mundane, but it's as though he were showing me he was a cool guy under the lab coat. He rushed to assist me, blew off other customers and took his time with me although it seemed pretty clear that we had worked out all the problems and had concluded on a medicine.
I was told by a friend that I read too far into things.
I trust his judgement because he's known me a couple of years and recently we started having sex when I'd go to Louisville. Plus, he didn't tell me that until after we'd had sex. For some reason, I believe, at least, you get a better perspective on the person once you've been with them at their casual vulnerability.
^get it, I'm saying, naked people, having sex, with somebody they know, wher their performance is being rated. It's not on purpose, it's not shallow, that's just how it happens.
Hopefully everybody who is experienced in sexual activity has had really mind blowing sex once.
And standards are to be lived up to from that point on.
Luckily, I have had a fair amount of really awesome sex. Infrequent as it is, I generally have good sex. Maybe because I don't try to repair a bad motor. Baby needs a new ride.
Well, while I'm still young.
Not really, that sounds so terrible.
But I'm the worst at forgiveness. Maybe not immediately. But for a flame to last for a long time, I'd need somebody supremely awesome, but who doesn't make me feel inadequate. So, I need to be the best I can be, and maintain that for a while before I can hope to succeed in love.
But what does one do in the meantime?
Especially when they have a bad habit of humping strangers' legs?
Any sort of relationship could be a hidderance and tumultious. Even a fucking roommate! So, what then? That means it's worth giving it a go at romance? Even if I know it won't be successful and will probably hurt me in some way?
Go with the flow.
No.
I don't know.
Maybe....
it's fine to speed up the process with an oar.
Who knows?
So.
I'm sick.
It's fantastic.
It's really not that bad, Yes, I feel bad, yes, I wrecked my bike because of my disorientation. And then I hurt my shoulder in the fall. It's alright though, I was either a few seconds or few inches from decapitation by taxi, so I came out fairly well, if I do say so myself. A helmet won't help much against decapitation.
Working with dogs is really awesome in a way. It's satisfies my doggie need. Also, I really miss Julie. I fucking love dogs. I love cats. I am an animal person. This may not be the exact answer to my calling, but I think it's all coming together pretty neat. A greater understanding of the plights of the world rather than just the plight of my pockets. This desire to be impactful. It seems as though more schooling is nessesary, but I know now that this isn't the place I need to stay. I belong somewhere else. Everybody secretly knows what's best for themselves, right?
I love my family, but I need some distance.
I love snow, but it makes me sick to be cold.
I love the city, but I also love space, stretches of land, turn a corner and nobody's there. And you can sit there for a while because nobody will be there and if somebody does show up they wouldn't dream of stabbing you.
It seems life is saying..
Figure out your career goal.
Figure out where you want to stay for a long while.(This may require travel.)
Go there.
Go to school, or intern or do whatever it is that you can do to be involved.
And somewhere in between maybe love will find you.
So, my job. I love dogs. Small and big. People always complain about small dogs, and yeah, I've met some terrible small dogs, but it's like anything else, the life needs to be nurtured and disciplined, carved into the creature it will remain until the next big molding of existence.
Spoiled brats are spoiled brats. All in all, I believe humans want to be a little disciplined. We like it. And if we don't, we really like to provoke it.
My favorite kind of dog changes all the time. Sometimes I love the short squat dogs, or the ones that like to be picked up. Then I also like the big dogs that stand by your side, you don't have to lean down to pet them, at or higher than waist level. And that's at a height of 5'8".
Right now I'm daydreaming of breeding Great Danes. They're so big, but graceful and affectionate.
It's crazy. Everybody there seems to love and hate their job at the same time.
If it would warm up, I wouldn't be sick anymore.
Nobody ever posts a Missed Connection for me. It felt as though this pharmacist was really digging me yesterday when I talked to him about my snot problems. He used the word "crap", which seems pretty mundane, but it's as though he were showing me he was a cool guy under the lab coat. He rushed to assist me, blew off other customers and took his time with me although it seemed pretty clear that we had worked out all the problems and had concluded on a medicine.
I was told by a friend that I read too far into things.
I trust his judgement because he's known me a couple of years and recently we started having sex when I'd go to Louisville. Plus, he didn't tell me that until after we'd had sex. For some reason, I believe, at least, you get a better perspective on the person once you've been with them at their casual vulnerability.
^get it, I'm saying, naked people, having sex, with somebody they know, wher their performance is being rated. It's not on purpose, it's not shallow, that's just how it happens.
Hopefully everybody who is experienced in sexual activity has had really mind blowing sex once.
And standards are to be lived up to from that point on.
Luckily, I have had a fair amount of really awesome sex. Infrequent as it is, I generally have good sex. Maybe because I don't try to repair a bad motor. Baby needs a new ride.
Well, while I'm still young.
Not really, that sounds so terrible.
But I'm the worst at forgiveness. Maybe not immediately. But for a flame to last for a long time, I'd need somebody supremely awesome, but who doesn't make me feel inadequate. So, I need to be the best I can be, and maintain that for a while before I can hope to succeed in love.
But what does one do in the meantime?
Especially when they have a bad habit of humping strangers' legs?
Any sort of relationship could be a hidderance and tumultious. Even a fucking roommate! So, what then? That means it's worth giving it a go at romance? Even if I know it won't be successful and will probably hurt me in some way?
Go with the flow.
No.
I don't know.
Maybe....
it's fine to speed up the process with an oar.
Who knows?