Thoughts...dreams...desires...efforts....
Work is definitely better, though I can't shake the feeling it is the calm before a storm. There are two philosophies at war...several paygrades above mine. Whichever wins, my job will either remain as is or become much harder. And they aren't fighting fair. Surprisingly, I'm not worried, just curious. I know however it ends up, I'll handle it fine.
I bought a typewriter. I'll be writing more. It will happen. Is happening. I refuse to let all my dreams die before I do.
I found myself missing physical affection last night. Been over a year since the last girlfriend. I haven't been looking or trying...conflicting thoughts...do I bother? I'm fairly set in my ways. I've always thought I'd know when it was right. But now I'm wondering if I've gone too long, too far on my own. The idea of sharing a house doesn't intrigue me or excite me like it used to. I've lived alone since I moved out of the folks' house. Kids are another wrinkle. As I get older, the likelihood of an instant family is greater. Don't know if that's for me, either. And until I know, it isn't really fair to put myself out there for anything too serious. Desires, fears, doubts...wanting to share, wanting to be needed...but not utterly depended upon. Ah well. This sounds more serious than it really is. I am quite happy. It's just that ol' missing affection pang hadn't hit me in awhile, caught me off guard. No worries.
Spring is coming. Muscle must be toned, flab must be tamed. But damn, those Little Debbie Star Crunchers were $1 a box, and Faygo Rock n Rye was on sale. heh.
I better go try on the motorcycle helmet, make sure my huge melon still fits in it. HA!
I am enjoying this site more and more each day, too. Just found a cooking group. Very cool.
Adios.
Work is definitely better, though I can't shake the feeling it is the calm before a storm. There are two philosophies at war...several paygrades above mine. Whichever wins, my job will either remain as is or become much harder. And they aren't fighting fair. Surprisingly, I'm not worried, just curious. I know however it ends up, I'll handle it fine.
I bought a typewriter. I'll be writing more. It will happen. Is happening. I refuse to let all my dreams die before I do.
I found myself missing physical affection last night. Been over a year since the last girlfriend. I haven't been looking or trying...conflicting thoughts...do I bother? I'm fairly set in my ways. I've always thought I'd know when it was right. But now I'm wondering if I've gone too long, too far on my own. The idea of sharing a house doesn't intrigue me or excite me like it used to. I've lived alone since I moved out of the folks' house. Kids are another wrinkle. As I get older, the likelihood of an instant family is greater. Don't know if that's for me, either. And until I know, it isn't really fair to put myself out there for anything too serious. Desires, fears, doubts...wanting to share, wanting to be needed...but not utterly depended upon. Ah well. This sounds more serious than it really is. I am quite happy. It's just that ol' missing affection pang hadn't hit me in awhile, caught me off guard. No worries.
Spring is coming. Muscle must be toned, flab must be tamed. But damn, those Little Debbie Star Crunchers were $1 a box, and Faygo Rock n Rye was on sale. heh.
I better go try on the motorcycle helmet, make sure my huge melon still fits in it. HA!
I am enjoying this site more and more each day, too. Just found a cooking group. Very cool.
Adios.
when it happens it is almost nothing like you expected or thought you wanted...well who knows..I may be wrong
and of course..thank you for commenting on American Psycho
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