My roommate probably thinks I'm using explosives and smells burning dirt in the bathroom. It's been a week in a half now, I think it's time for my ass to recover from vacation.
Simmer down now. Simmer down, Simmer down I say! I usually guide my life by those words. I get my panties in a minor bunch and then take deep breaths and convince myself that it's not as serious as I think.
I'm attempting (still) to get back into the swing of things in my regular life. I'm not real sure where my brain waves are flowing. I believe those waves are focusing on the recent vacation & my ass, items that have been stolen from me in the last few weeks (phone memory card, camera, weed whacker, computer memory card, trash can), lack motivation for exercise, and lack of a romantic relationship. In general thinking crazy stupid stuff.
These thoughts don't put me in a good state. I'm really trying to buck these thoughts but damn it's hard. Pulling myself up by my fat ankles is proving difficult.
Someone at work has a diagnosed case of the swine flu. Everyone at work is freaking out. Really, it's a little to late to worry at this point, no?
I made a list today of things I'd like to have if I won the lottery. Here it is:
- Reglaze bathtub
- Zune
- Weed whacker
- Camera
- Add a full bathroom & closet to the house
- New living room furniture
- Exercise
- Food
I cannot bring myself and justify purchasing any of those items in the first list.
Fuck it, I'm going outside to strangle those weeds with my bare hands.
Thought for the day: How much do you fight to prove you're the factual person during an argument? I'm at the point in my life where I just don't care to proving my point. I find that strangely relaxing.
Smile when it hurts,
~Zb
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