torihoney

sometimes it's all i can do to not kill the kids i work with. i swear to god, going to work is like the 7th circle of hell right now, and the only way it could be worse is if i had to wade to the espresso machine in a river of excrement whilst demons cavorted on the counters, poking me with hot skewers. no really, i think that's potentially the only way it could be any more excrutiating.
friends that contact you after a great deal of time has passed are sort of a mystery to me. i know why i do it, but it doesn't really give me any insight on why others might seek me out. when friendships die out, it's usually one person asking themselves what could have suddenly happened to make them unappealing or worthless to the other person. suffice to say that reappearing friends make me wary of intentions. but strangely enough i'm still flattered. and she's still cute. damn.
current temp is a bone chilling 38 degrees outside, and my feet feel like fish sticks with freezer burn. off to bed and the heating blanket... if anyone calls me before 11 am tommorow, i'll need to be fitted with my orange jumpsuit and waist shackles.