So much, so much. My brain hasn't worked so well in ages.
My boss was fired, thank goodness.
I was supposed to work five hours this week, and picked up an extra eight by some awesome accident.
I'm supposed to get the new phone that I've wanted for some time, though it doesn't technically exist, for less than a third of what it would cost if you could actually buy it.
I need to find someone to go with me to my favorite annual art show on Valentine's Day, because my best friend, CaseLogic (you guys really need to start leaving him notes, so he won't kill himself) can't make it to Dallas. This is more difficult than it seems, and I do NOT want to ask one of the same three people.
I love the look on someone's face when they realize they fucked up horribly by treating me badly, and can't do a damn thing about it.
I greatly enjoy standing my ground, and refusing to let myself be taken advantage of, especially to someone that would make it very easy and enjoyable to allow (again).
If you haven't heard it, the Gladiator score is amazing. If you have, listen to it again anyway. It reminds me of driving Tuscany, because it's the only album I had through a month of Europe. Very fitting.
I'm still amazingly enjoying my classes.
I feel fucking fantastic. Honestly, it's mainly the yoga; I should have started this years ago. I'm built to do this kind of thing, and I only stretch my brain slowly going blind behind a computer. Good gracious, the things I never knew I could do! I've never felt physically better, been more calm, or in such a constant, naturally good mood.
I don't really know how I turned into someone that picks up a fruit smoothie on the way to a 9am class. I missed the memo; someone should have warned me that I was on the road to healthy and lame.
My mom takes every spare moment to tell me how terrible my hair looks, but I just adore it. I want to do something odd to it - streaks of black, or all over pink - but can't bring myself to actually lose the blonde altogether. It's just been me my entire life. It oddly looks nothing like my profile picture. Then again, my profile picture also fails to mention that I laugh louder than most people in a room, and have double-jointed shoulders. Now you know.
My boss was fired, thank goodness.
I was supposed to work five hours this week, and picked up an extra eight by some awesome accident.
I'm supposed to get the new phone that I've wanted for some time, though it doesn't technically exist, for less than a third of what it would cost if you could actually buy it.
I need to find someone to go with me to my favorite annual art show on Valentine's Day, because my best friend, CaseLogic (you guys really need to start leaving him notes, so he won't kill himself) can't make it to Dallas. This is more difficult than it seems, and I do NOT want to ask one of the same three people.
I love the look on someone's face when they realize they fucked up horribly by treating me badly, and can't do a damn thing about it.
I greatly enjoy standing my ground, and refusing to let myself be taken advantage of, especially to someone that would make it very easy and enjoyable to allow (again).
If you haven't heard it, the Gladiator score is amazing. If you have, listen to it again anyway. It reminds me of driving Tuscany, because it's the only album I had through a month of Europe. Very fitting.
I'm still amazingly enjoying my classes.
I feel fucking fantastic. Honestly, it's mainly the yoga; I should have started this years ago. I'm built to do this kind of thing, and I only stretch my brain slowly going blind behind a computer. Good gracious, the things I never knew I could do! I've never felt physically better, been more calm, or in such a constant, naturally good mood.
I don't really know how I turned into someone that picks up a fruit smoothie on the way to a 9am class. I missed the memo; someone should have warned me that I was on the road to healthy and lame.
My mom takes every spare moment to tell me how terrible my hair looks, but I just adore it. I want to do something odd to it - streaks of black, or all over pink - but can't bring myself to actually lose the blonde altogether. It's just been me my entire life. It oddly looks nothing like my profile picture. Then again, my profile picture also fails to mention that I laugh louder than most people in a room, and have double-jointed shoulders. Now you know.
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obd:
that makes me feel pretty good. Now stay away from the running shoes. Too much healthy stuff won't be good for you. 
surlyclown:
Glad you're in a good head space, though one hopes that still includes crushing the weak-minded. 