| you are everything i wanted |
[04 Sep 2007|07:31pm] |
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"ride" - cary brothers |
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i have a bad habit of mentally composing blog posts at random times, like walking from work to the bus stop, and then they never turn out as well as they sounded in my head.
too bad for y'all.
work sucked today. sucked sucked sucked. i ended up staying an extra hour just to finish opening the effing mail. although i did discover, upon receipt of my paycheck, that i've actually been making a dollar more per hour than i agreed to when they hired me. i don't know how i missed that before. that and the fact that i looked unbearably good today were the only things that made getting out of bed truly worth doing.
i also decided that typerwriters are totally sexy. not the actual typrewriter itself, but the document it produces. that still sounds- i opened a letter today that had been written on a typewriter and it just looked so classic, you know? some may say outdated. i say timeless.
i just need to keep reminding myself that tomorrow's already wednesday, and that my BUDDY! is going to be in town again this weekend, and we will sit on my couch and get drunk off boxed wine and have deep, meaningful conversations and it will be wondrous.
why can't every weekend be so long and fantastic? don't give me any of that "we wouldn't appreciate them as much" nonsense, either. that only works for things like pumpkin pie and siblings.
...so my mom's done with all her treatments. now she just has regular checkups and whatnot. i guess she's been painting the trim on the house. she just doesn't quit. i love my mom, i hope i get to see her soon.
i aso love my dog, who i guess isn't doing so well. i've been led to understand that she's been acting unusual. like she's always afraid or has done something wrong. and when she walks, i guess sometimes her front paws just... stop working. i don't know. poor z. they're planning on taking her to the vet soon to see what's up. dobermanns don't have long lifespans. my parents talk about how zena's the best dog they've ever had and they don't know what they'll do without her. i worry. i'm pretty good at that.
i fear my head is in too many places sometimes.
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