I am so afraid, I'm living in oblivion.....
Fought with the SS over the phone tonight. I was playing WoW while we we're on the phone. She got passive-aggressive about that and didn't mention the annoyance until we were an hour into our conversation. She had gotten home early and I was in the middle of something. Wanted to finish then logout, ya know. I should have just called her back later.
We're doing three times the business at work. December, post office yadda yadda whogivesashit. Bottom Line: I hate the holidays. Keeping up with the Joneses crossed with the most shopping-urgent time of year. Stop the bull. I wanna get off.
Getting around to the real crux of all of these symptoms. I've haven't felt into this whole change in my life for about six months. By change, I mean, living with the SS, our relationship, my job. I haven't written a word of substance in six months. Nothing's inspired me in that time. My ex-girlfriend, the one I should have married, would have named it passion. I think the Italians call it "abodanza". It's been gone a while and I'm not sure what I need to change........
Fought with the SS over the phone tonight. I was playing WoW while we we're on the phone. She got passive-aggressive about that and didn't mention the annoyance until we were an hour into our conversation. She had gotten home early and I was in the middle of something. Wanted to finish then logout, ya know. I should have just called her back later.
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We're doing three times the business at work. December, post office yadda yadda whogivesashit. Bottom Line: I hate the holidays. Keeping up with the Joneses crossed with the most shopping-urgent time of year. Stop the bull. I wanna get off.
Getting around to the real crux of all of these symptoms. I've haven't felt into this whole change in my life for about six months. By change, I mean, living with the SS, our relationship, my job. I haven't written a word of substance in six months. Nothing's inspired me in that time. My ex-girlfriend, the one I should have married, would have named it passion. I think the Italians call it "abodanza". It's been gone a while and I'm not sure what I need to change........
gil:
hi