National Geographic is Cruel
Ok, maybe not. They portray nature as it is, and nature is cruel. Last night I decided to watch tv, gasp! Yes, it goes against my better judgement but I figured hell, the NG channel would be ok. I was wrong wrong wrong. I saw elephant-on-elephant abuse, orca fights, and hippo hate crimes. Where I wanted to be was seeing De La Soul at Emo's, but I didn't wake up in time to donate plasma or clean anyones house for the money to go, so I ended up watching animal sob stories instead. That will teach me.
Still getting text messages every hour or so from sociopath. Still not answering them. Thinking about calling t-mobile and finding a way to permanently block his calls and texts. Not that I'm tempted to answer, they're just mighty annoying and running down my battery.
So I was looking into moving to Key Largo to work at some fancypants resort as a housekeeper, and then I saw Bread and Roses with Adrian Brody. Apparently housekeepers don't make shit either, but that is more than I currently make, so I suppose it would be win/win. Only problem is I cannot take my pets, which would suck. I need a job that keeps me moving about the country anyhow. I haven't quite figured what job that would be. Nothing involving driving, since I have narcolepsy, even though I do love to drive and have never fallen asleep while medicated.
Ah, the search continues, and once again, I'm up, and early. One crappy thing I've noticed since my return from Florida, other than the plethora of mosquito bites covering my body; my joints are sore and swollen. When I say sore, I mean make you want to cry sore. I can't quite figure it out, but it's mighty obnoxious.
Ok, maybe not. They portray nature as it is, and nature is cruel. Last night I decided to watch tv, gasp! Yes, it goes against my better judgement but I figured hell, the NG channel would be ok. I was wrong wrong wrong. I saw elephant-on-elephant abuse, orca fights, and hippo hate crimes. Where I wanted to be was seeing De La Soul at Emo's, but I didn't wake up in time to donate plasma or clean anyones house for the money to go, so I ended up watching animal sob stories instead. That will teach me.
Still getting text messages every hour or so from sociopath. Still not answering them. Thinking about calling t-mobile and finding a way to permanently block his calls and texts. Not that I'm tempted to answer, they're just mighty annoying and running down my battery.
So I was looking into moving to Key Largo to work at some fancypants resort as a housekeeper, and then I saw Bread and Roses with Adrian Brody. Apparently housekeepers don't make shit either, but that is more than I currently make, so I suppose it would be win/win. Only problem is I cannot take my pets, which would suck. I need a job that keeps me moving about the country anyhow. I haven't quite figured what job that would be. Nothing involving driving, since I have narcolepsy, even though I do love to drive and have never fallen asleep while medicated.
Ah, the search continues, and once again, I'm up, and early. One crappy thing I've noticed since my return from Florida, other than the plethora of mosquito bites covering my body; my joints are sore and swollen. When I say sore, I mean make you want to cry sore. I can't quite figure it out, but it's mighty obnoxious.
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secondly, you rock. hard, like concrete. see you tonight hopefully.
-the geist
give us a call, one way or the other dove, yes?
-the geist