I function well when I'm exhausted.
I'm not taking "about to die exhausted", just the level where you're more in tune with how your muscles don't want to fight gravity any longer. How there's a weight on your eyelid that seems to want to keep it shut. Quiet contemplative thoughts, scrambling for where I left off and who I needed to help next. It was a juggling act. It felt like too much and I didn't do perfect, but I'm proud for doing what I got done.
I'm pissed about thinking I lost my checking card. I'm pissed that I had to jump through my banks hoops to put a hold on my accounts and scrambling to figure out if there are any automated payments that might bounce. I wasn't thrilled about the little sniper calls from people who chipmunked my number away for when they need my help (because my phone's ring makes me jump) but I didn't show it. I got over it and I made them happy. They have other people's email address and phone numbers, other people that could hook them up with me, but they like the source and while this sounds cocky "I can't say I blame them". I fought my away around, I got my answers, I know who to go to when I need something that's out my grasp. Most of the time I'm about results and who shouldn't be proud of that. I'm not crazy with saying no. I don't mop myself into corners by doing -everything- someones way -- sometimes I can cut straight to the heart with an email and avoid begging, pleading, tone of voice, and strange reasoning ... When I sense "emotion flags", I love communicating through email. Just tell me your problem, I don't need the "puppy" act.
I'm happy I got some more work done on our system and got more positive feed back. I like feeling like what I do is ultimately beneficial. I hope in some way the things I do can make a difference.
I'm happy I got to spend time with my sister. I'm relieved that we had some time to talk and make light of everything that irks us. I'm proud of acting goofy and making her and my neice laugh.
Finally, I'm excited I get to sleep now. despite the bug to do more "stuff", to have "fun", and browse around... I need to recharge! Night people!
]]>I never minded them. Take them or leave them. "Meh". I just listened to their new single and I swear to god it soundes just like a lot of their old stuff. Kind of like the "nickleback" sort of "this shit sounds a lot alike!" But I guess if you like that stuff, you shuld be all like "awesome dude... fuckin' a". *shrug* good for them
]]>Losing my checking card pissed me off.
Finding it just a few minutes ago makes me angrier.
]]>Who was the last person you offended?
Submitted by May.
Today? On purpose? Inadvertanly? No one as far as I know. A week or two ago, I offended a few people and I wasn't in the most pleasant of moods. I apologized.
]]>What fashion trend are you most excited to wear this season?
I don't give two shits for what's trendy. I see, I try, I like, I buy, I wear. One of the main things I shop for is what's affordable. Old Navy, Steve and Barry's, "TJ Maxx stores", touristy t shirt shit, a comfortable pair of shoes -- just got a pair of Converse. I usually don't buy converse because they used to be rough on my feet. These are quite comfy.
If I want to look "nice", I don't look for trends or whats hot, or what people are wearing. I put together something I like.
I don't know. I just have to be thrifty these days. Gas will be $5 a gallon in no time.
I felt funky this morning.
I had a sour stomach all after noon.
I wished my mom a happy mothers day.
A little later, I couldn't walk without feeling extremely ill.
Just a few moments ago... I made a rather violent offering to the porcelain gods... It felt as if it was going to be a human sacrifice.
My eyes are black and blue and bloodshot. My stomach is still off.
Happy mothers day mom ... Please avoid me like the plague!
What's the best thing about your mom?
She's a beautiful, strong, intelligent and endearing woman. I can't pick one best thing about her. She was in her 40s when she was pregnant with me. She had me despite her age, the odds, the words of others... She's given me life and we're both fine. According to science at the time, I wasn't supposed to be "normal", there should have been a lot of problems with me... So, no one "upsold" my existence and she didn't listen, she felt she knew better. She was right.
Growing up, she gave me the attention and love and scolding I needed. Sometimes, things could have gone either way. I think if it wasn't for her, I wouldn't feel as good about myself as I can now.
I'm so bored, going to bed excites me. WHEEEE
]]>What are you most sensitive about?
Depends. Lots of things but I am not divulging it here.
If I think someone is taking advantage of a sensitivity, I become an unhappy camper.
What are you most sensitive about?
Depends. Lots of things but I am not divulging it here.
If I think someone is taking advantage of a sensitivity, I become an unhappy camper.