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Surprise! I floated tonight. Big shocker there. I floated to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
imyaj's momula's unit, which is basically going over to your aunts house and know where the cookie jar is.
If anything, the experience has opened my mind mentally to other possibilities and how I view the world differntly now, than when I was younger. I view it as a turning of the page, one chapter ending, and one beginging. In the same likely hood I'm facinatated at what the next few months will bring/entail.
Except of course, I'm bored out of my skull. This isn't about being philosophical at 0235 a.m., this is about staying awake.
Tom called me, again today. Twice. At a moment of weakness, I thought about calling him back. I feel sorry for the fellow-as he doesn't have many "friends" in town, that I know of. Granted, dig your own grave and lay in it, he's one of two people I can think of that need a good Minnesota Mash-potatoe helping of self-esteam and self-worth. My past experiences speak for themselves, and I'm not about to open a charitable organization out of my own home. I'm not Mother Theeeasa. And if it was "real" important, he would of left a message such as "girl you better be fucking alive, so I can fucking kill you myself, after pulling that shady shit in East Dubuque with D.Sheston".
Inside joke. I got it. You didn't.
imyaj's momula's unit, which is basically going over to your aunts house and know where the cookie jar is. If anything, the experience has opened my mind mentally to other possibilities and how I view the world differntly now, than when I was younger. I view it as a turning of the page, one chapter ending, and one beginging. In the same likely hood I'm facinatated at what the next few months will bring/entail.
Except of course, I'm bored out of my skull. This isn't about being philosophical at 0235 a.m., this is about staying awake.
Tom called me, again today. Twice. At a moment of weakness, I thought about calling him back. I feel sorry for the fellow-as he doesn't have many "friends" in town, that I know of. Granted, dig your own grave and lay in it, he's one of two people I can think of that need a good Minnesota Mash-potatoe helping of self-esteam and self-worth. My past experiences speak for themselves, and I'm not about to open a charitable organization out of my own home. I'm not Mother Theeeasa. And if it was "real" important, he would of left a message such as "girl you better be fucking alive, so I can fucking kill you myself, after pulling that shady shit in East Dubuque with D.Sheston".
Inside joke. I got it. You didn't.