I'm so fucking confused right now. I just got a call about the accident I was in on the day of my graduation. The guy that was driving the other car called me asking for my information because his mom is apparently filing a claim with her insurance now. Why didn't she call me? Why is the son doing the calling? This just kind of... Read More
Well hell I'm sorry sweetie--Here you think the past is the past and people get weird on you and bring it back--But no worries they will just deny again---Some people really do not know what NO means --Hang in there and take care of that back
The sky was on fire this evening. By the time I reached the middle of downtown it turned into something more like sherbet. It was dark when I came out the other side of the tunnel. I left my home in the twilight, and so it's only appropriate for me to return in twilight.
I'm learning how to report to my co-workers, to inform them... Read More
tomorrow we have a movie date. i'm anxious for that. three years is such a long time. why just throw it all away because of some unhappiness. things will get better. we just need to lead separate lives for a little while and get our heads back on straight.
On other news. I delivered a supernice drafting table to Venice's dad today. And I got a bookshelf from work. I also saw The Corpse Bride. It was good, but I was exhausted from moving stuff, so I did doze through a bit of it.
That's kickass.
My job used to be on the seventh floor of the tallest building in downtown Portland (hey, in MY Portland, seven is pretty high up) and we had this incredible view of the harbor out to the islands. Portland's got water on three and a half sides, so it was a really nice view. Now I work in a concrete bunker in the woods. C'est la vie.
hahaha boy do I know what you mean but it's a good kind of fatigue of a job well done--Anyways hope life is progressing nicely for you *HUGS*--Take care luv
Sometimes I can do that, but you can't make that last. You know you're faking. And I hate fake. I can do it enough to get myself through the day, or through a party, or through whatever. But it isn't real, and it doesn't last.
Today is International Talk like a Pirate Day. That's super awesome.
How to make the word 'pirate' in Sign Language
Cover your left eye with your left palm, and then make the letter 'r' with your right hand ( cross your middle finger over your index finger ) and make wave motions with your right hand in that position from right to left.
It didn't help that I woke up 55 minutes late. My mom came in and said "Matt! It's 7:15" Shit. Like my boss said once: "Fuck, I woke up, it's a long day"
So, I get ready for work, call in a blatant lie to cover my ass with my boss. I didn't feel good about... Read More
'Cause it's not the fall that hurts /
It's when you hit the ground.
That's nothing related to anything that's happening right now. It's just a general thing. It's a lyric from a Caesars song. It's really cool and I like it a lot. I was a little skeptical of them, just because they were in an iPod commercial. But they're ok now.
I'm injured, but not nearly as bad as FallenIcarus She's like... super brave and daring.
Anyway, I cut my finger open at my first job, got numberous little tiny paper cuts on my hands, and then proceeded to cut the little web-thingy that connects one's thumb to one's index finger on a table at my second job.
Hey sweetie sounds like you are having a good time job or not--And nothing feels as good as the tiredness at the end of a work day--It's the fatigue of a job well done paper cuts or not lol--*HUGS*--Hope everything else in your life is going just as well hon