yes, this place is good for distractions from
all the worrying...it feels fully fall outside...
what does it mean when you're distracted
from the distraction...
where am i?
so this is how it goes...gain a friend, lose a
friend...i guess if i was paying attention i'd know
who was coming and going, eh?
^.^
i care but, those i really want to stay in
touch with, i do...you know what i mean,
jelly bean?
the whole point/bonus thing screws the
pooch though...
...my goal today is to not
be such a shit...it's a birthday
NOT a death knell...it is an
opportunity for me to reflect on
all the good that has happened
NOT a chance to itemize every
fuck up i've ever made...a chance
to say hi to people and give a
giggle, NOT a time for me to
hide in self-imposed and self-
invited shame...
how did i turn out to be such
a pill?
:S
from this side of 37, the long and
winding road is A LOT shorter and
waaaaayyyy more of a straight-shot
than mr. happy-go-lucky EVER
let on...he's such a twit anyway...
ENOUGH!!!!!
i have got to let it go...jesus, i have
a great life, great husband, great
doggies (even the big, dumb one,
sorry betty)...i have food, love and
shelter...i just need to get over it...
i will put on snappy music, make a pot
of earl grey, smoke a lot of everything
in the house, channel my inner tommy
chong, and make lists of things i can
be happy about...first, i may be old,
but i still have all of my hair...
:)
of course, some of it is now trying to
grow on my chin...
^.^
the self-depreciating sense of humor
is just my thing...37 years is a long time
to just let that go...
tomorrow i will sched an interview...
interview #3...the other two were
no's...got both no's on the same day,
friday last...i am really trying to be
positive because they can smell
desperation on you in the interview
and that is a big turnoff...
and a big no-no...
oh man, i have GOT to stop
taking myself so seriously...
^.^
this place makes me happy and
i don't want to bring it down by
bringing in all of this crap...
this is where i go to get away
from that sad shit...this is where
i go for sanctuary...
:)
maybe i should just have a
smoke and put this day to
bed...
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-puts on cheerleader outfit Chibiusa style and start to cheer up Paxnor- Go! Go ! Go! Go Go Go! Paxnor! Pax Pax PAx PAx Go! Go! Go! Go!
wishing you lots of luck hun
…i get embarrassed because i let it
get me down…i let it get me down
too much, evil requires the sanction
of the victim, nobody can “make” you
feel anything, etc…and there are
millions and millions of people who
have it soooooo much worse than me…
you guys cheer me up here…thank you!
i really needed that…
it’s going to get better, i mean, it
can’t rain every day, right?
i'm about to finish my third week without
a job and i cannot believe how much it
sucks...sucks the life right out of me, and
then i think, well it could be worse...
and then i just downward spiral into
a panic attack, where i don't get a job,
my husband leaves me and i move in
with my mother...
i feel like a whiner...i know i'm a whiner,
i mean three weeks out of work is not
bad, but i feel like a slack-ass loser,
like i HAVE to be working...my little old
man gets annoyed that i associated my
sense of self-worth with my job...it's how
i value my contribution, am i doing
something productive? something that
adds or has value? then it's all good...
if i'm not, then i am just wasting the
space and breath i was given...and
in my life, it's always black and white...
screw the gray...
i need some lunch...
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