clearlii

I'm 26 as of Saturday, and I love it. Every year I turn older I can feel it, and I can recognize how much I've changed. I'm more comfortable with myself now - less apologetic, but less bitter, too. It's like a loose-knit angora sweater - soft and light, yet warm and sexy... but less itchy. I'm really enjoying it so far.

I hate work, so I'm not going to work as much as I used to. I feel like work has successfuly stripped away a part of me... a friendly part of me, so that I don't feel like taking any shit anymore. I found myself a little blunt today.. I used my low, casual voice rather than my friendly, enthusiastic one. I suddenly feel like these jerkfaces are lucky to have me. It's powerful, but depressing. I want to be challenged. I want to take it outside and kick its ass. But I guess not yet. I can wait.

I'm still thinking about the incredible near-sex experience I had the other night. I'm so glad I'm going to have my short term memory for a while.. I'd hate to have to write such delicious things on little post-it notes.