I just realize next week is Thanksgiving. I’ve lost all track of time.
There is a difference between leaving me alone and being alone.
Ok I just had about half a bottle of wine. Does it make the Twilight books any better?
Going to work is much like a video game. Every session there is a set of tasks and obstacles to overcome. At the end of the day I bring back a sack of coins to upgrade my gear at the village shoppe.
Only difference is, peoples ability to stay and work in the country is at my mercy. No pressure.
The amount of email in my inbox is inversely proportional to the amount of time left until quitting time.
*addendum*
Competence and pretending you’re competent while agitating the ant hill contributes to the prior statement. I don’t say this often but I loath you “V”.
There are feelings within me I have unconsciously suppressed most likely to protect myself. I can no longer deny I am a hopeless romantic.
Sometimes Fridays can be excruciatingly long. I want to go home to more Jane Austen with tea and honey.
I will never underestimate the power of Time Machine again. It just saved my bacon and made me look like a genius.
Speaking of bacon…
Happy Thursday ya’ll.
I saw may pictures of people dressed as Snow White this year. Just dawned on me you can be a princess with curves.
Wait, no, that’s the only princess costume a majority of the country can squeeze their fat asses in.
Sitting here basking in florescent light. Makes me realize the only time when I feel alive lately have been hearing my breath and feeling my heartbeat while I run.
I need to get out more.
