moya

I went into work at noon. Busy place, and very under-staffed. For five of those six hours, I had to deal with the customers. Old people are cute. The old couples who tell me they want their car washed (and it looks like it's brand new!) because they're going to their 50th anniversary later and want everything to be shiny and new, like 50 years ago, make me smile big, and want to cry lots. I eat healthy, I go out and have fun, I work, so why do I always feel so old in my head and my body. I think my soul is getting unhappy and restless. Ready for something else, because this is just not working out.

I just deleted aLOT of stuff in this update. I'm sorry, but for now, there are a few things I must still keep to myself. Makes you wonder what they are, huh? Hooray for beliefs and values. I'm just lonely and bored is all.

I had some very good chinese food tonight. I went out to dinner with a friend of mine, to a new place in town. Spring Garden. Good fun, much laughter, and now..any minute..I will be taking a book into the bathroom. I take after my father in some not-so-nice ways. I'll be quite a catch for the husband someday. "Honey...We need bigger pipes" So much destruction for such a little woman, I know. I don't know how I do it, really. But I feel a rumbling in my stomach. Ugh..Thank god for immodium . I hope you weren't eating, to just lose your appetite.

I'm too lazy to figure out my tax return shit. Someone else go do it. I know I'm definately getting money back. This state should be paying me to live here, not the other way around. I'm awesome, damnit. Want me.

In other news. I miss last week. I miss monday. And tuesday.

I worried myself sick last night, so I wasn't feeling too well today at all. The reason I worried myself sick needs to go home again and not come back. But then I'd worry again. I need to leave this place and not come back for a long time. But not before I leave my mark . After that, who wants so adopt me for awhile? We'll start the bidding at one dolla. One dolla, anyone? One dolla. Do I hear one dolla?

No I didn't think so. I pick my nose and do other bad habits, and I take after my father in many terrible ways, and depression flows through my veins alongside of infinite love that no one is ever going to get because they always run away.

I'm so exhausted, and I'm afraid to go to bed for fear of waking up.

At the end of work, there was a condom on the ground. Unused and still in the wrapping. I think I need to grow some balls and smack people around with them. Or something.