Inhale, exhale. I swear there's still smoke in my lungs. Life just feels like this giant haze.
I got a job offer that I can't blog about. Which means I'll probably hate it.
Fact is, I just can't handle any more change right now. I'm also supposed to be moving into Maria's this week. It's just a lot. The thought of removing the rest of my piercings (corporate proofing) makes me cry. It's always the little things.
I'm right in the thick of it now. Kathy can't stop moving, her brain's just gone.
I'd give just about anything to be back at my grandpa's right now.
All that I am.
- Gata
- Norman, Oklahoma
- I'm too close for comfort to age 30. New Mexico is home but I'm finally tough enough to love living in the midwest. I've got a film degree that I never apply in my professional life but I'd never trade it in for a different one. I love the basics; good music, good food, good movies and good books. But I'll stop almost anything for good company. I can't shut up about the Thunder, especially Serge Ibaka. I'm hopelessy awkward. I only hope you think it's adorable.
1 comment:
hey, i love you. come over for dinner. star is coming on friday and leaving sunday. you should come play cards or something with us. it will cheer you up.
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