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I was up at 6:30am yesterday to go to work. I worked all day, left to buy cookie cutters with my pastry chef, came back for happy hour and drinks, left to take a shower, met up with Christopher from Olympia at Powell's, came back to work for my tips, didn't get my tips until midnight, had more drinks, and stayed at work until 3:30am to help Brian close. It was nice though, because Brian made me food and we listened to the Talking Heads.
I am far too dedicated to my job. I better get a raise.
I went to Brian's and watched the first Back to the Future. I hadn't seen in it in about 10 years, and the boys kept reciting each line before it happened. I almost fell asleep on his couch, and he kindly called me a cab so I didn't have to walk in the freezing cold (and painful boots) to my apartment. I fell asleep at 6am, woke at 11:30am, went back to sleep and didn't wake until 5pm. I think I have a fever, my apartment is freezing, I talked to an old friend from Seattle, Calvin called, I cleaned some of my apartment, and I feel tired and a bit dazed.
I want homemade soup, to play boardgames with friends, and magically have my apartment spotless, organized, and re-decorated. I want a million hugs and to fall asleep to a warm body.
I have ideas of moving again and starting over again. I have a few places in mind, but it scares me. In the past few months, I have decided that I like change more than I used to.
I wish I wasn't so nice sometimes, even though I jut can't be mean to be mean. And why would I want to be? I just think sometimes it would be easier to be mean, even though that sounds so dumb.
I feel weak and I wish someone would come over to make me pancakes and hashbrowns and read short stories with me all night long.
I am far too dedicated to my job. I better get a raise.
I went to Brian's and watched the first Back to the Future. I hadn't seen in it in about 10 years, and the boys kept reciting each line before it happened. I almost fell asleep on his couch, and he kindly called me a cab so I didn't have to walk in the freezing cold (and painful boots) to my apartment. I fell asleep at 6am, woke at 11:30am, went back to sleep and didn't wake until 5pm. I think I have a fever, my apartment is freezing, I talked to an old friend from Seattle, Calvin called, I cleaned some of my apartment, and I feel tired and a bit dazed.
I want homemade soup, to play boardgames with friends, and magically have my apartment spotless, organized, and re-decorated. I want a million hugs and to fall asleep to a warm body.
I have ideas of moving again and starting over again. I have a few places in mind, but it scares me. In the past few months, I have decided that I like change more than I used to.
I wish I wasn't so nice sometimes, even though I jut can't be mean to be mean. And why would I want to be? I just think sometimes it would be easier to be mean, even though that sounds so dumb.
I feel weak and I wish someone would come over to make me pancakes and hashbrowns and read short stories with me all night long.