I've been having an overwhelming amount of pride lately. I've been daydreaming about showing my parents the life I have made for myself here. I want them to meet my friends and my housemates. I want to show them the beautiful city I live in. I truly cannot wait until they come visit. I want to show them everything.
I don't know what was wrong with the people I made sandwiches for today. They wanted four different spreads and three different meats. What the hell!! Well, I do seem to forget often that all W.O. is is a shitty coporate company bending over and getting it in the ass by all their yuppie-tastic customers. How could've I forgotten?
I think I want to start writing a book. Besides, it's one of my life goals. And the fact that I have over a dozen journals to gander through for ideas makes it pretty inticing. Oh how I do love to stroll down good ol' memory lane.
I don't know what was wrong with the people I made sandwiches for today. They wanted four different spreads and three different meats. What the hell!! Well, I do seem to forget often that all W.O. is is a shitty coporate company bending over and getting it in the ass by all their yuppie-tastic customers. How could've I forgotten?
I think I want to start writing a book. Besides, it's one of my life goals. And the fact that I have over a dozen journals to gander through for ideas makes it pretty inticing. Oh how I do love to stroll down good ol' memory lane.
You said beautiful city, do you mean Portland by any chance?