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This day. How do I even begin really?
I would love to leave the working aspect of my life out of this post. As usual, work meant nothing to me. I turn into a zombie and repeatedly think of moments in my life I’d rather be in again or wish to be in later. When I think back to work, its a blur. I enjoy working with several people I like to be around. Pay off though - a joke. But I view most my life as a joke, and I really think thats the only way I manage. Work: fed all the animals, gained an even bigger attachment to the sun conure, appreciating free coffee, and dealt with strangers.
After work, I spoke with eleanor over some coffee and cigs. My life has had less dramatic escapades. Though, I feel as though my life is boring due to that. I don’t know what to even communicate to people sometimes, unless something is wrong. Something inside me tells me people want to hear less about how happy you are, they prefer to hear about the bullshit that makes us all a little more aware about ourselves and others. Which is fine, and I suppose its just a thought…
But anyway, I did enjoy our chit chat. I see this girl less and less each week I feel. But we’ve both found significant others that make us happy. Therefore, we are still there for one another when moral support is needed, but we do love our men’s company.
When I arrived home I found Scott and some hipster that I had met a few weeks back, brewing moon shine. Didn’t really know what to make of it except: prohibition is over, this smells of rotten wine and 5 o’clock vodka and “hey hipster, watch your step, there are tacks on the floor. I’ve stepped on 3 in the past two days”. I tried a bit of it. I’d rather have my two-hearted.
My mom had sent me $40 in the mail in order to help out with some gas money and food. Which was lovely. I of course spent $10.65 on a 6 pack of two hearted, another $10 on amphetamines and I’ll spend another $6.85 on a pack of cigarettes tomorrow. That leaves me with $12.50. I either have expensive tastes or a problem.
I skyped with my friend Richard whom I haven’t spoken to in weeks. Such a good listener, witty and friendly. Its difficult to not love a sagittarius. Later spent the evening with my room mate kyle watching Reno 911 and seeing where the evening took us. Sour diesel and I did a bit of a tango, which left me in some shambles. I saw an old friend that had amphetamines. Listen to my ex-boyfriend be a pretentious twat. And I declined a party invitation.
I had decided by midnight I no longer wanted communication with any humans. So I’ve been filling my brain with good beats and telling my boyfriend how much I miss him.
What a day.
