Today is D-Day part one, and of course I am having trouble breathing. I think its also the humidity. Today may not be the day to replenish my nicotine stash. Stay positive, stay positive, stay positive. I keep flirting with the notion of just showing up to work this afternoon buzzed and just maintaining until I know for sure. Ether that or make everyone watch as I get blitzed at roadhouse.
So Matt's been gone for less than a day, and I miss him already.This weekend was nice becauase of the extra time we got to spend together and we got to experience a bit of Kalamazoo for once. I can't wait until we can be in the same city/state/time zone (it doesn't take much to please me). However, that notion will prove to be interesting, mostly because that will be so new to me. I've: 1. never felt this way about anyone, ever, 2. always used the physical distance between myself and previous significant others to maintain my independence and also mantian a "safe distance", (even though I think I can overcome this by finding other ways to assert my indepencence and remembering that there's no such thing as safe distance, respectively) and 3. am excited and scared shitless.
...aaaand refresh the inbox.
I think I need a new futon matress. One that's less prone to lumps.
Or maybe I can just say fuck it and get a big kid bed.
What's the proper attire for a summertime interview?
And damn it all to heck if I still don't want a grilled hot dog.
Refresh.
Whoever's out there listening to me continuously vomit on mysself verbally, please send unparalelled vibes/thoughts/prayers of awesomeness.
Refresh.
Shower, smoke, bagel, work, drink, Glee, drink.
I'll quit drinking for a couple weeks starting next week. I will know everything by then and I will either have to celebrate or aim to forget.
Refresh.
About Me
- Xlynn
- I live my life by song lyrics, have a chronic/terminal case of smartassitis and and currently taking medication to combat a particularly hearty strain of Don'tgiveafuck syndrome. I do the 22k in april to raise money for research. I appreciate your prayers. I'm also a sarcastic, habitual liar. ...sometimes. You will be my new best friend if you can tell me exactly what the fuck Paul Simon and Julio Were doing down by the schoolyard, the exact location of Carmen Sandiego, and the real words to "Blinded By The Lights" (revved up like a deuce, you know, a roller in the night?). I will date you if you can name 3 Green Day albums that aren't American Idiot. I'm a handful but my friends love me. good luck!
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