So I am applying for the full time flooring specialist opening at work.

Please please please

No more stepping away with my hands in the air, saying "Whatever you like." I do that way too much.

I'm clinging. I'm fighting until the very end. I'm here, faithful and loyal... only tenacious this time. I'm not letting go.

So I *may* have inadvertently started the Great Home Depot Cashier Rebellion of 2010 over the taking away and crushing our outside garden booth chair in the trash compactor ( Read more... )

I don't like you, tiny ball of anxiety in my stomach.

Nothing bad is looming. No reason to feel sick.

Please leave me alone now, tiny ball of anxiety in my stomach. It's golden.

Hypocrisy, you are beautiful ( Read more... )

Crystal clear, I've been it.

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Stop crying, you fucking baby.

I will not fail. I will not go back there and beg him for a room to sleep in. I am going to make it on my own. I can't let myself slip. I'm stronger than this. I can't go back to Texas. I won't.

So it's my day off, and I'm supposed to go get stuff to make stuff but I wanted to not do anything for awhile ( Read more... )

Cause to be honest, don't feel like writing.

My aunt Vonda died. Lance's mom. Going through what I should be going through, regret I shunned her attempts to reconnect with me. But only mildly. She did put me through something.

Thomas was here for five days. It made things a lot easier.

And now I'm going to further distract myself.