Well, it's another day.
When you get in the routine of things being a certain way, it's very hard to maintain a normal day after a change.
The interesting thing about that little word: it never sleeps. Even in your dreams, it lives around you. The word isn't just a thought, or a feeling, it's so much more.
My friends don't understand what I'm doing. They all want to talk about current events, but I just want time to breathe...
On a lighter note, I ran into my ex yesterday at Hooters. She can't stand it, so she went out of her way to try to get me to talk to her. A few of the girls pointed out how pathetic she was acting, and asked me to talk to her to get her to stop. Being the nice guy that I am, I DID talk to her. The last time she passed the table, I tapped her on the shoulder, and as politely as I could, asked "Did they train you in whore school to fill a glass?" I just pointed at my glass and stared at her until she appeared to start crying and walked off.
The day is mine!
Tomorrow, I kick my roommate out. Da bills are due, and he's not left his room in literally 2 days, the apartment for (in an hour) 7 days. Hopefully, the world will one day fall to his feet the way he expects. Til then, he can get the fuck out.
When you get in the routine of things being a certain way, it's very hard to maintain a normal day after a change.
The interesting thing about that little word: it never sleeps. Even in your dreams, it lives around you. The word isn't just a thought, or a feeling, it's so much more.
My friends don't understand what I'm doing. They all want to talk about current events, but I just want time to breathe...
On a lighter note, I ran into my ex yesterday at Hooters. She can't stand it, so she went out of her way to try to get me to talk to her. A few of the girls pointed out how pathetic she was acting, and asked me to talk to her to get her to stop. Being the nice guy that I am, I DID talk to her. The last time she passed the table, I tapped her on the shoulder, and as politely as I could, asked "Did they train you in whore school to fill a glass?" I just pointed at my glass and stared at her until she appeared to start crying and walked off.
The day is mine!
Tomorrow, I kick my roommate out. Da bills are due, and he's not left his room in literally 2 days, the apartment for (in an hour) 7 days. Hopefully, the world will one day fall to his feet the way he expects. Til then, he can get the fuck out.