I want to get so drunk and happy that I don’t think about anything before I do it and just fucking do and say things that I wouldn’t be able to do or say sober.
I am so tired. I’ve been up since 2:30PM yesterday. It is now 8:30AM.
But I can’t sleep because I can’t stop thinking.
These 2 black lesbian customers at work a few hours ago asked me to be the creme to their Oreo… I still don’t know how I feel about that…
1. People suck.
2. These damn dogs are getting on my fucking nerves. I’m getting zero sleep because of them.
3. Fuck money.
4. This is gonna be an interesting night at work. I’m grumpy as all hell.
I want something real for a change.
Something so intense that I won’t know what hit me.
But it has to be mutual.
Fuck this one sided bullshit.
And if it takes 10 more people to find the person, well bring it on.
I’m not waiting around for someone.
I’m gonna find them and they’re gonna find me.
I’ve got too much love to waste.
I might not live exactly where I want to live.
I might not know exactly what I want to do with my life yet.
but I do know that I have a roof over my head. A loving family. I live with some great people who bring such positive energy into my life. I earn a paycheck. Enough to get me by for now. and so much more.
It is what it is. And I’m coming to terms with that. :)
I’m having my nightmares a lot more often lately.
Or should I say I’m just remembering them more now when I wake up.
Hmmm. That one I just had was so weird.
It was about my hand?
I was driving some sort of tiny ass car. Felt like it could have been a smart car. But 3 of my friends were in the car with me. Idk who they were. But I was going home and it was gonna storm.
And then my left hand started to twitch and bubble up and I stopped the car in the middle of the road and got out. Idk why. But it was freaky. And then I looked down at my hand and there was a hole in my finger and there were 2 tubes in one finger.
Then I drove off into the storm, got out of the car again, ran to the apartment and before we could make it someone threw a HUGE cardboard box down the road and it hit us all.
The other dream I had, had something to do with a boat and I guess we were going somewhere? A storm came and we flipped the boat luckily by land but I had a cat on that boat so I swam out to find him (I can’t swim in real life) and I ended up finding him alive and I almost woke up crying I was so happy
I will NOT read negative comments or questions. I WILL block you as soon as I see that what you are saying is negative in any way before I waste my time reading whatever it is you feel the need to say.
On that note…
Welcome back, curious anons. :)
Gonna make a shirt that says:
“I have social anxiety.
Don’t talk to me.”
Then again I need to socialize but sometimes I really wish I had a big sign on my four head that says don’t fucking talk to me.
Either will do.