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man, i haven't updated in over two months. and wow, do i feel guilty.
where do i begin...
i love my job. ahem. i love the people i work with. they are the kind of people you dream about finding after you graduate from college and take on a crap job.
i nearly pee my pants everytime i'm around them because they are so damn funny.
they've helped me through one of the hardest periods of my life thus far.
we drink and smoke and hang out in fantastically dank dive bars.
i drink pbr's, hang out with dogs, and play egyptian rat screw.
we let each other be crazy when we need to, which is quite frequent.
i'm constantly propped up by them with encouragement of my intelligence and attractiveness.
they are amazingly beautiful and incredibly different from each other.
a shopper, a rocker, a fifties pinup, a fiance and bubblegum popstar, a fellow dyke and soul-mate, a butterfly.
my job consumes my life, is my life, and more often then not,is my salvation.
i miss college, but it comes in bursts, quick lightening storms of pain. i'll catch myself imagining what it would be like on campus when i'm on a walk. soaking up the green and the path and the squirrels. i miss taking notes. answering questions. being stressed to the point of breaking in half. i miss meetings and concerts in the nail. i miss flashcards. i miss escaping campus. i miss my parking spot.
i miss meeting with professors. i miss living in close proximity to nearly everone that i love. i miss residence life. i miss free rent and utilities. and i'll admit, i miss her alot.
now i'm learning to live on my own. to embrace what i have. to hug my insecurities and my bouts of craziness. to cry. to lean on people when i need to. to escape into myself.
i'm learning to be who i am again.
i'm a reader.
a listener.
a narcissist.
a laugher.
a walker.
a spender.
a drinker.
i'm funny.
i'm dry.
i knit.
and cry in the corner.
i don't cook for myself.
i want a pug.
i wear cowboy boots.
i have rockin hair.
i say 'heck yeah' and mean it.
i'm lonely.
i get lost everytime i venture to NE portland.
i get bored.
i'm bitter.
i have a crush on the roomate of the girl i am dating.
i miss my mom and wish my dad would grow up.
i don't eat my vegetables.
i listen to sad bastard music.
i have no idea where i'm headed.
and that's enough for now.
where do i begin...
i love my job. ahem. i love the people i work with. they are the kind of people you dream about finding after you graduate from college and take on a crap job.
i nearly pee my pants everytime i'm around them because they are so damn funny.
they've helped me through one of the hardest periods of my life thus far.
we drink and smoke and hang out in fantastically dank dive bars.
i drink pbr's, hang out with dogs, and play egyptian rat screw.
we let each other be crazy when we need to, which is quite frequent.
i'm constantly propped up by them with encouragement of my intelligence and attractiveness.
they are amazingly beautiful and incredibly different from each other.
a shopper, a rocker, a fifties pinup, a fiance and bubblegum popstar, a fellow dyke and soul-mate, a butterfly.
my job consumes my life, is my life, and more often then not,is my salvation.
i miss college, but it comes in bursts, quick lightening storms of pain. i'll catch myself imagining what it would be like on campus when i'm on a walk. soaking up the green and the path and the squirrels. i miss taking notes. answering questions. being stressed to the point of breaking in half. i miss meetings and concerts in the nail. i miss flashcards. i miss escaping campus. i miss my parking spot.
i miss meeting with professors. i miss living in close proximity to nearly everone that i love. i miss residence life. i miss free rent and utilities. and i'll admit, i miss her alot.
now i'm learning to live on my own. to embrace what i have. to hug my insecurities and my bouts of craziness. to cry. to lean on people when i need to. to escape into myself.
i'm learning to be who i am again.
i'm a reader.
a listener.
a narcissist.
a laugher.
a walker.
a spender.
a drinker.
i'm funny.
i'm dry.
i knit.
and cry in the corner.
i don't cook for myself.
i want a pug.
i wear cowboy boots.
i have rockin hair.
i say 'heck yeah' and mean it.
i'm lonely.
i get lost everytime i venture to NE portland.
i get bored.
i'm bitter.
i have a crush on the roomate of the girl i am dating.
i miss my mom and wish my dad would grow up.
i don't eat my vegetables.
i listen to sad bastard music.
i have no idea where i'm headed.
and that's enough for now.