my bme journal is so much better updated.
I'm upset with Keith? Why? Because he stood me up. How upset?
An excerpt:
"I went out with Karolina for some doughnuts thinking that Keith probably just lost track of time. We sat there and i bitched for half an hour. And then i thought, "Fuck. Well, i don't want him to know that i sat around waiting for this long." And i left to go home. I did some rollerblading so that it wasn't as if i carried them around with me for nothing. "
It took him almost 24 hours to call back with a "reason."
I don't give a shit about his reasons. Why? Because if it doesn't meet my standards, i will only become more upset.
it's better to just not know.
As i told Megan, "Nothing short of death is a good reason."
[I'm kind of relieved because it would have been upsetting to face charges of first degree murder after brutally slaughtering whomever was responsible for Keith's death.]
Keith texted me asking if i wanted to go rollerblading.
thought #1: WTF. I don't want to go rollerblading tonight! I wanted to go on Monday night but your thoughtless ass stood me up. FUCKING HELL. IT'S NOT THAT I WANTED TO GO ROLLERBLADING. IT'S THAT I WANTED TO GO ROLLERBLADING THAT PARTICULAR NIGHT.
Thought #2: Damn. Thought #1 was childish.
i'm not merely upset. I'm absolutely livid.
the rest of my entry on bme:
Speaking of 'child'..
I absolutely love children. I plan to have several.
Today, at Old Navy, a 5 year old girl was looking for pajamas.
"It's very important. It's Pajama Day at school tomorrow. All my friends will be wearing pajamas."
An asian mother with her three children shopping for PJs. That woman reminded me so much of my own mother. Not physically.
I remember how my mom would spend money that we didn't have so that i could try to fit in at elementary school. It never really happened and i eventually became the "troublesome kid" but my mom tried. I remember how my mom tried to surprise me with a good board strictly for the terrain park on my birthday. The fuckers at Comor by Burrard Station made fun of her when she explained that the board was to be used for "jibbing."
Anyway, I was absolutely determined to help this girl and her mother out even though I knew we didn't have pajamas for girls. We threw something together. This took me almost an hour. My manager was absolutely pissed. But she knows i want to quit so she didn't say anything. Just kept insinuating that she wanted me to move on to other projects.
"How old are you?" I needed to figure out her size.
"I'm 5. But i'm 7 in Korea."
i had to remind myself that kidnapping was an offense.
I'm upset with Keith? Why? Because he stood me up. How upset?
An excerpt:
"I went out with Karolina for some doughnuts thinking that Keith probably just lost track of time. We sat there and i bitched for half an hour. And then i thought, "Fuck. Well, i don't want him to know that i sat around waiting for this long." And i left to go home. I did some rollerblading so that it wasn't as if i carried them around with me for nothing. "
It took him almost 24 hours to call back with a "reason."
I don't give a shit about his reasons. Why? Because if it doesn't meet my standards, i will only become more upset.
it's better to just not know.
As i told Megan, "Nothing short of death is a good reason."
[I'm kind of relieved because it would have been upsetting to face charges of first degree murder after brutally slaughtering whomever was responsible for Keith's death.]
Keith texted me asking if i wanted to go rollerblading.
thought #1: WTF. I don't want to go rollerblading tonight! I wanted to go on Monday night but your thoughtless ass stood me up. FUCKING HELL. IT'S NOT THAT I WANTED TO GO ROLLERBLADING. IT'S THAT I WANTED TO GO ROLLERBLADING THAT PARTICULAR NIGHT.
Thought #2: Damn. Thought #1 was childish.
i'm not merely upset. I'm absolutely livid.
the rest of my entry on bme:
Speaking of 'child'..
I absolutely love children. I plan to have several.
Today, at Old Navy, a 5 year old girl was looking for pajamas.
"It's very important. It's Pajama Day at school tomorrow. All my friends will be wearing pajamas."
An asian mother with her three children shopping for PJs. That woman reminded me so much of my own mother. Not physically.
I remember how my mom would spend money that we didn't have so that i could try to fit in at elementary school. It never really happened and i eventually became the "troublesome kid" but my mom tried. I remember how my mom tried to surprise me with a good board strictly for the terrain park on my birthday. The fuckers at Comor by Burrard Station made fun of her when she explained that the board was to be used for "jibbing."
Anyway, I was absolutely determined to help this girl and her mother out even though I knew we didn't have pajamas for girls. We threw something together. This took me almost an hour. My manager was absolutely pissed. But she knows i want to quit so she didn't say anything. Just kept insinuating that she wanted me to move on to other projects.
"How old are you?" I needed to figure out her size.
"I'm 5. But i'm 7 in Korea."
i had to remind myself that kidnapping was an offense.
honsolo:
kids are cute no matter what some people might say 