It's really easy and I'm bored a lot.  I spend most of my time reading other people's blogs.  I have checked my email probably 20 times today and have not yet found a new message awaiting me.  I am drinking pinapple juice & soda water which creates a refreshing pinapple soda.  Yum.  I am thinking about alice blue b/c I need to assemble my top twenty something submissions for our "editorial panel."  This is a term I just made up.  I am somewhat tired of discussing "important matters."  I am afraid of global warming but do not think I am afraid to die.  I haven't yet been faced with my own death.  I get cranky in the morning.  I do not like to sleep alone.  I am moving to Boise in a few months.  I am moving by myself.  I am glad to get away from the idiots I work with.  I will miss my parents and my friends and the boy who will be my ex-boyfriend.  I went to a mexican restaraunt for Easter Brunch.  I stopped being Catholic a long time ago.  My stomach is still revolting from said Mexican Easter Brunch.  I want to go on a trip.  To another country or state.  Somewhere I have never been before.  I want to start riding a bicycle instead of driving or taking the bus.  Riding a bicycle= nearly time efficient travel + exercise.  I am making a point to eat more whole fruits and vegetables, less rice & pasta & less eating out.  I am addicted to diet coke though.  I don't know why.  I can't give it up.  I used to drink gin & tonics and very dirty gin martinis.  I like things that are dirty.  I don't like things that are too neat.  Too clean.  That seems to easy.  Fake.  I once listened to my coworkers talk in an elevator.  They think cologne is really, really important.  I think they're stupid.  I think a lot of people are stupid.  Sometimes I am stupid.  Sometimes I am afraid of what people think of me b/c of how badly I think of so many other people.  Perhaps if I were in Luxemberg people would seem less stupid.  That's probably just because I wouldn't be able to "overhear" their conversations.  And because Luxemberg is such a cool name.  I like to talk and think about all things eighties, including blue eyeshadow and full-figured models.  Blue eyeshadow should not make a comeback.  Curvy models should.  I would like to go home now.  I will go for a run but what I really want to do is sleep or watch a movie that was made in the 80's.  I want to see Vibes (thank you Mr. 1988).  Or Transformers (the original, w/Orson Welles. Thank you Trae).  
Thank you all, and Goodnight!
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Yeah. I hate my job too. But then I think, I have a job. And, I would probably be doing the same shit at home. And here I'm getting paid ten bucks an hour for it even if they are fucking me over on medical.
I didn't do so well with the greasy food and the booze and meds Saturday. I'm not suposed to drink at all on these meds so four drinks didn't go so well. I still don't feel so good. I keep doing it though.
My ability to focus is shot. I kind of hate everybody. I yell a lot. I'm trying to take it out on other drivers and spare loved ones. But there's just so much anger.
I'm going home.
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