January 2010
24 posts
if you want to leave,
i understand.
this city makes me sick 90% of the day.
but for chrissakes - don’t waste my time.
lykke li said it best -
“i’m too proud for love.”
it does not matter how i may feel; i will never say it unless you do. and i can turn it off as easily as a lightswitch.
callous upon callous upon callous.
in that sense, i will never change.
let's do the budda thing
and put all of this away and be at peace.
my sunconscious will work it out.
or something like that.
-shrug-
so. jesus christ.
i don’t know where to begin.
i definitely
got up at 5am, showered, put on fancy pants, and walked to work only to discover i am scheduled for 6PM -
not 6AM.
i would much rather smoke, watch movies and laugh with ryan tonight than have to leave him alone in my apartment while i work.
also - i am getting sick.
it’s gonna be a SUPERAWESOMEFUNWEEKENDYAYYY!
school
is kicking my ass.
all i want to do is roll around with my lover.
have studio space for both of us.
i will write pretty words, and he will paint pretty pictures.
do drugs, get fucked.
it’s simple.
Write one leaf about holding hands.
(via writeoneleaf)
holding hands is something that most of the boys i have dated find overrated. it is one of the many things i find absolutely adorable and endearing - but they just don’t do it.
i’ve had conversations with a few good friends of mine, and i’ve come to the conclusion that most men are fucking oblivious to what women want. although, the ones that do...
i should have known better than
to work on homework at the coffee shop on it’s reopening day.
and for that, i end up on the news. on FOX45 news, of all channels.
fucking. lame.
here’s to not being on the clock & looking like a 12-year-old boy, with my short hair and the required tie.
january 11, 2010.
i have written everything out, only to hit the backspace button a little too fast and have it erased.
piss on this.
thankful for the job back, but is it worth all the changes? only time will tell.
not happy about the coffee selection.
not down with the tension between some of the boys - this ridiculous power trip they’re on, in regards to the managing position. oh, how i wish katie was...
january 7, 2010.
i honestly feel like i just broke up with all my coworkers. and our version of the old cliche would be, “it’s not us - it’s them.”
this is such a strange feeling; i’ve always been happy to quit my jobs and move forward. but now that it’s been pulled out from beneath my feet, i feel myself locked in the shock; paralysis before the imminent fall.
we have...
january 5, 2010.
after the lights have been taken down, the trees hauled away, the plastic santas tossed into clearance bins - our towns and cities look quite dreary.
but also beautiful in their stripped appearance. branches remain poised, patiently waiting for the green to blossom. houses hum quietly in the cold.
and i walk at night, after the bars have locked their doors. just the exhale of...
january 4, 2010.
goodbye espresso bar.
we all just lost our jobs, with a few hours notice.
i have no fucking idea what everyone will do.
as for me?
fucked for sure.
highly considering selling what i can and leaving state, possibly country.
very very serious about this.
i completed three major goals: to attend sinclair, work at the espresso bar, and live in the district. one has been suddenly taken...
january 3, 2010.
tomorrow, we will have answers. i’m honestly not sure what i really want to happen.
this could be my opportunity to leave. i have some things i could sell - in the end, coming around $1,000 if i am lucky. obviously, the one thing that i will keep is my car.
and, of course - there is the question of who would come with me? is this plausible? is it a good idea?
i don’t like...