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mm so updating again so soon? i'm so bored. i have today off and this week i'm only working like 4 hrs every day in the evening. which is nice but it leaves me so bored. but i don't clean the house. well i do minor tidying but i just really don't want to.
my new job is amazing. it's just perfect. yes.
i have a headache right now, watched to much tv online and then read to much. reading 1984 which i've never actually read before, let's all say what the fuuuuck?
but ya, headache and ya. so gonna talk about woman things hahaha so the worst is the first day of your period. cuz not only do you get the joy of like worst cramps cuz it's all going down son but you also get the left over pms. like still kinda moody just grumpy. so thus not cleaning the house.
it's funny. i'm very much in love but i have nothing to say about it. there are no words no poems no rubbish spewing out of me to declare this emotion. and i want to. i want to desperately. but i just can't find it. that sway that'll let me go on in some form about this boy that's so much to me. i guess it's not funny. and it's very typical. contentment is the killer of creativity. which brings about the question, do i want to be content? oh it's fun to think about that question with different definitions. but i think ya i do. hopefully eventually i'll find a way to express this happiness, the right words and punctuation to express that ya i got what i want. but tough love is so much easier to write about then easy love. you can go on and on about something if it's not quite right, but what's there to say but it's right? like you can describe how two pieces (or hands if you wanna get emo/melodramatic/romance novel esq) don;t fit together so many different ways. but when two pices (or the romance novel alt.) fit together, you can't go into that to much. and you probably don't want to. overanalising things is a wonderful way to make sure you'll lose them. i should go do the dishes.
my new job is amazing. it's just perfect. yes.
i have a headache right now, watched to much tv online and then read to much. reading 1984 which i've never actually read before, let's all say what the fuuuuck?
but ya, headache and ya. so gonna talk about woman things hahaha so the worst is the first day of your period. cuz not only do you get the joy of like worst cramps cuz it's all going down son but you also get the left over pms. like still kinda moody just grumpy. so thus not cleaning the house.
it's funny. i'm very much in love but i have nothing to say about it. there are no words no poems no rubbish spewing out of me to declare this emotion. and i want to. i want to desperately. but i just can't find it. that sway that'll let me go on in some form about this boy that's so much to me. i guess it's not funny. and it's very typical. contentment is the killer of creativity. which brings about the question, do i want to be content? oh it's fun to think about that question with different definitions. but i think ya i do. hopefully eventually i'll find a way to express this happiness, the right words and punctuation to express that ya i got what i want. but tough love is so much easier to write about then easy love. you can go on and on about something if it's not quite right, but what's there to say but it's right? like you can describe how two pieces (or hands if you wanna get emo/melodramatic/romance novel esq) don;t fit together so many different ways. but when two pices (or the romance novel alt.) fit together, you can't go into that to much. and you probably don't want to. overanalising things is a wonderful way to make sure you'll lose them. i should go do the dishes.