*WARNING - THIS IS LONG*
It's 5:46 a.m. and I just got home. I am exhausted. But I really can't sleep. I must, must, must stay awake and finish my homework for technical writing.
I am amazed the paper got out this week. I laid out my entire section again with essentially no help. Seven pages. So many stories. A story of my own. Tomorrow, I am sorry guys, but I have to sleep after I get home from my media conference. I can't be pulling two all-nighters. I don't know how I'm going to make it another 12 hours with no sleep. I have faith though. I will persevere.
Maybe Friday we can hang out and do something cool instead.
Sometimes work disturbs me. Tonight in the office was very awkward and strange for me. My 'alternative' lifestyle really bothers most of my coworkers.
I am, as I have stated recently, the "Token Lesbian Pothead of the North Wind Office." I am not a lesbian. I wouldn't care if I was, but I'm not. I'm not a pothead. I make mistakes. My point? I don't think my sexuality, how my lip ring is conducive to my 'alternative' lifestyle, my tattoos, my hair, my sex life in general, my friends' sexuality or my drug habits are any of my coworkers business unless they begin to affect my work (again).
I told them straight up tonight that I felt I couldn't be myself around them because they made me feel like hanging out with me is like plunging into this pit of deviance.
Except for my assistant Valerie who is the hottest fucking thing on the planet. She's so sweet, and compassionate, and understanding. A great friend, indeed.
It certainly doesn't help that she knows I'm bisexual and she's always like, "Katie, let's grind!" and then rubs her ass all over me. Jesus. Ugh. Way to ease my sexual frustration. I love Valerie, though. I just always feel like this enormous, unattractive blob around her.
Ugh. Off to write. Leave me messages. I love them.
It's 5:46 a.m. and I just got home. I am exhausted. But I really can't sleep. I must, must, must stay awake and finish my homework for technical writing.
I am amazed the paper got out this week. I laid out my entire section again with essentially no help. Seven pages. So many stories. A story of my own. Tomorrow, I am sorry guys, but I have to sleep after I get home from my media conference. I can't be pulling two all-nighters. I don't know how I'm going to make it another 12 hours with no sleep. I have faith though. I will persevere.
Maybe Friday we can hang out and do something cool instead.
Sometimes work disturbs me. Tonight in the office was very awkward and strange for me. My 'alternative' lifestyle really bothers most of my coworkers.
I am, as I have stated recently, the "Token Lesbian Pothead of the North Wind Office." I am not a lesbian. I wouldn't care if I was, but I'm not. I'm not a pothead. I make mistakes. My point? I don't think my sexuality, how my lip ring is conducive to my 'alternative' lifestyle, my tattoos, my hair, my sex life in general, my friends' sexuality or my drug habits are any of my coworkers business unless they begin to affect my work (again).
I told them straight up tonight that I felt I couldn't be myself around them because they made me feel like hanging out with me is like plunging into this pit of deviance.
Except for my assistant Valerie who is the hottest fucking thing on the planet. She's so sweet, and compassionate, and understanding. A great friend, indeed.
It certainly doesn't help that she knows I'm bisexual and she's always like, "Katie, let's grind!" and then rubs her ass all over me. Jesus. Ugh. Way to ease my sexual frustration. I love Valerie, though. I just always feel like this enormous, unattractive blob around her.
Ugh. Off to write. Leave me messages. I love them.
As for work, like I said when you told me the other day, "fuck them". Folks like to place people into boxes, whether or not they belong in them. I know it's easier said than done, but don 't let them or thier dumbness bother you. You know who you and what you are. Who cares what a glorified sewing circle thinks? You're friends know you and love you