Dearest Journal,
Hello. Im sick of being sick. Ive consumed almost two entire bags of coughdrops, and lost about four pounds. I think whatever is wrong with me is starting to wind down a little though
Havent done too much in the past few days work and sleep. Im taking another set for the site at the end of August when Mikey comes down to Richmond. Im open to suggestions, though I have many ideas, and may not need yours. However; if you wow me with an original idea for a set, and I decide to use it, Ill send you a real, glossy, colour photo of me eating the FRUIT OF YOUR CHOICE (be it available at a typical grocery store) in my panties. Hahahaha.as if anyone wants that!!
Listen to me.oh my
My new friend at work, Kevin, doesnt think I give him enough e-love, so Im going to dedicate an entire paragraph to the dork. If not for his wretched taste in music, Kevin would be a pretty cool cat. I choose to believe that perhaps he was sexually abused by his babysitter in early childhood, and therefore displays a tendency to listen to the most horrifying varieties of nu metal one can imagine. All that aside, hi Kevin, you rock my ass. Thanks for not sucking.
Im so thrilled I have today off. I have no idea what Im going to do might start on a new song, might go to the river, might sit around and talk to my beautiful, brilliant, awesome roommate about guys who carry guns, robbing the public sandbox of sand for cat litter, and instances of spontaneous combustion in human beings. Might check the mailbox again only to find that its empty AGAIN. Might feel like a fool for a moment. Probably wont. So it goes.he didnt feel it.
Bad timing on my part I feel too soon, and know too late the feelings falls so far from the fate. And in this case, Im okay with it. I have, how shall I put this, an attractive distraction for the time being. A passionate, dynamic, personality with a severe case of ADHD. But oh, how he can move.
Still, the reminders of the letter that may never come haunt me constantly. On every register at work there are huge neon orange posterboard signs with big black lettering Have you seen Bob? Bob. I recently realized that BOB is just an acronym for Bottom Of Basket, a reminder for us lowly cashiers to check the bottom of the carts for merchandise. But still how many more weird coincidences can there be regarding the angel from Cincinnatti who probably feels nothing for me anymore? I say weird coincidences to prevent myself from saying what I might have said if Id found a letter in my mailbox a week or two agofate.
Im not whining Im not even going so far as to really care about the circumstances. You cant hurt me, Im too fucking alive. Still, not afraid to admit that Ill always feel connected to him, regardless of stupid circumstantial crapola. Still, in the heat and lust of summer, I have found someone to play with, and though I considered myself owned before I met him, I now feel as though Ive a little extra skin for him to get under, if he can. Hmmmm
Maybe THATs what fate means to say. Hey, you think youve figured it all out girlie, but Im going to throw you this here curveball, and its going to change everything, especially the way you think. Or maybe not..but it doesnt hurt to surmise.
I hope my ex-bandmates are happy. I dont know what possessed me to say that. I hardly ever think about them. I guess its all I can wish for anyone. They hurt my heart I dare not say broke it, because it was far too swift a recovery for that. I suppose I never fully trusted themand there was an obvious downhillperhaps that is why the blow was softened, so to speak. Though I dont know how I can say this after all that has transpired.in my heart, I know they do mean well. Unfortunately, I still will never have the urge to see them perform live again or even to speak to them again. With true love, you forgive and forget. However, with this, I will someday forget, but their actions are unforgivable. At least thats how I see it now. Thats not to say I didnt feel close to them, almost kinned to them, at times. I did. But it doesnt matter. Everybody leaves. Nobody stays. Friends are ends. Time just spends. And disappearsNever take ANYTHING for granted, especially if it seems true. And always, always, always, search for something better. Or do not search at all. OR DO NOT SEARCH AT ALL.
Rodney just came over. Were going fishing tonight at some pier near Virginia Beach.I guess. I agreed to it, not knowing how far away it would be. I do want to go fishing, but Im not sure if Im up for actually leaving town to go fishing. We should just go to Belle Isle or something the furthur away he wants to go, the more I know hes trying to do the whole romancing thing. Argh. He just doesnt understand Im not into him like that. But hes my friend, so Im not going to be like No, I dont wanna go fishing. I fucking love fishing, and I like Rodney, but he should know by now that Im only feeling the friends vibeand the fishing vibeand nothing nothing nothing else. He just wont give up.he will not give up. Men.
The PLU code for mangoes is 4051. The PLU for Spinach is 4090. The PLU for Hanover Tomatos is 3151. The PLU for Mushrooms is 4085. I hate work.
One of my cats names is a synonym for the word Yell. First to guess it (who doesnt already know it) gets a choice between a lipstick kiss on a napkin or paying my phonebill. I dont know, guys, Im out of ideasjust bored. xo.
Hello. Im sick of being sick. Ive consumed almost two entire bags of coughdrops, and lost about four pounds. I think whatever is wrong with me is starting to wind down a little though
Havent done too much in the past few days work and sleep. Im taking another set for the site at the end of August when Mikey comes down to Richmond. Im open to suggestions, though I have many ideas, and may not need yours. However; if you wow me with an original idea for a set, and I decide to use it, Ill send you a real, glossy, colour photo of me eating the FRUIT OF YOUR CHOICE (be it available at a typical grocery store) in my panties. Hahahaha.as if anyone wants that!!
Listen to me.oh my
My new friend at work, Kevin, doesnt think I give him enough e-love, so Im going to dedicate an entire paragraph to the dork. If not for his wretched taste in music, Kevin would be a pretty cool cat. I choose to believe that perhaps he was sexually abused by his babysitter in early childhood, and therefore displays a tendency to listen to the most horrifying varieties of nu metal one can imagine. All that aside, hi Kevin, you rock my ass. Thanks for not sucking.
Im so thrilled I have today off. I have no idea what Im going to do might start on a new song, might go to the river, might sit around and talk to my beautiful, brilliant, awesome roommate about guys who carry guns, robbing the public sandbox of sand for cat litter, and instances of spontaneous combustion in human beings. Might check the mailbox again only to find that its empty AGAIN. Might feel like a fool for a moment. Probably wont. So it goes.he didnt feel it.
Bad timing on my part I feel too soon, and know too late the feelings falls so far from the fate. And in this case, Im okay with it. I have, how shall I put this, an attractive distraction for the time being. A passionate, dynamic, personality with a severe case of ADHD. But oh, how he can move.
Still, the reminders of the letter that may never come haunt me constantly. On every register at work there are huge neon orange posterboard signs with big black lettering Have you seen Bob? Bob. I recently realized that BOB is just an acronym for Bottom Of Basket, a reminder for us lowly cashiers to check the bottom of the carts for merchandise. But still how many more weird coincidences can there be regarding the angel from Cincinnatti who probably feels nothing for me anymore? I say weird coincidences to prevent myself from saying what I might have said if Id found a letter in my mailbox a week or two agofate.
Im not whining Im not even going so far as to really care about the circumstances. You cant hurt me, Im too fucking alive. Still, not afraid to admit that Ill always feel connected to him, regardless of stupid circumstantial crapola. Still, in the heat and lust of summer, I have found someone to play with, and though I considered myself owned before I met him, I now feel as though Ive a little extra skin for him to get under, if he can. Hmmmm
Maybe THATs what fate means to say. Hey, you think youve figured it all out girlie, but Im going to throw you this here curveball, and its going to change everything, especially the way you think. Or maybe not..but it doesnt hurt to surmise.
I hope my ex-bandmates are happy. I dont know what possessed me to say that. I hardly ever think about them. I guess its all I can wish for anyone. They hurt my heart I dare not say broke it, because it was far too swift a recovery for that. I suppose I never fully trusted themand there was an obvious downhillperhaps that is why the blow was softened, so to speak. Though I dont know how I can say this after all that has transpired.in my heart, I know they do mean well. Unfortunately, I still will never have the urge to see them perform live again or even to speak to them again. With true love, you forgive and forget. However, with this, I will someday forget, but their actions are unforgivable. At least thats how I see it now. Thats not to say I didnt feel close to them, almost kinned to them, at times. I did. But it doesnt matter. Everybody leaves. Nobody stays. Friends are ends. Time just spends. And disappearsNever take ANYTHING for granted, especially if it seems true. And always, always, always, search for something better. Or do not search at all. OR DO NOT SEARCH AT ALL.
Rodney just came over. Were going fishing tonight at some pier near Virginia Beach.I guess. I agreed to it, not knowing how far away it would be. I do want to go fishing, but Im not sure if Im up for actually leaving town to go fishing. We should just go to Belle Isle or something the furthur away he wants to go, the more I know hes trying to do the whole romancing thing. Argh. He just doesnt understand Im not into him like that. But hes my friend, so Im not going to be like No, I dont wanna go fishing. I fucking love fishing, and I like Rodney, but he should know by now that Im only feeling the friends vibeand the fishing vibeand nothing nothing nothing else. He just wont give up.he will not give up. Men.
The PLU code for mangoes is 4051. The PLU for Spinach is 4090. The PLU for Hanover Tomatos is 3151. The PLU for Mushrooms is 4085. I hate work.
One of my cats names is a synonym for the word Yell. First to guess it (who doesnt already know it) gets a choice between a lipstick kiss on a napkin or paying my phonebill. I dont know, guys, Im out of ideasjust bored. xo.
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im glad i know what those BOB stickers mean though..... thanks for that.....
miss you tons and tons. i hope that mike has talked you into going to the halloween party. i really want to get together with you and raquel. i'm so glad to read thaat you are enjoying your co-workers time and that you have a job. no matter if it's a lowly cashier. i feel you i'm working at a gas station soon. but i get to work with a friend so it's not all bad.
talk to you soon
love you