shit. i just washed my hair and i cant find my stupid blowdryer.
shit.
now im a soggy, wet, bedraggled mess of hair. i could wait for it to air dry, but that would take hours, if not months. goddamnit. i always keep the damn thing in my bag. always. mustve left it at school. if that is indeed the case, i probably will never see it again.
mother of god, have mercy on this sinner.
grant me grace in your favor, pray for me and all sinners, amen.
i feel sluggish. it looks like a nice day outside, but i dont want to go outside. my hairs a mess and i feel icky.
but im afraid i will be forced to go outside soon. you see, i only have three cigarettes left. so, within the hour, i fear i will be out there. out among the clouds and the new leaves and the people. i wish there were an ocean around these parts. or even a big lake. i wouldnt mind sitting by the water for a while and listening to the waves walk and talk. sometimes listening to the water can be better than listening to a thunderstorm.
i dont like michigan much. never have. never felt at home here; even though i grew up here, i never felt at home. i feel at home on the road. going to see new places. i feel at home in motels. with shitty watercolor paintings and little miniature bottles of shampoo. i dont feel right here.
and its not just because my hair is wet.
partly its the fact that nicks not here; i know that. i always feel more... i dont know... i just feel more like ME when nick is around. but hes still 400 miles away and probably thats the way its going to be at least until mid to late fall. even then, who knows? we both tentatively agreed on october for him to try to relocate... for us both to relocate, actually, as i do not under any circumstances want to ever live up there again and he doesnt want to live down here; we are going to meet sort of halfway for a time, i suppose. its a big state, michigan. i guess i can live with being 200 miles north of here, whatever and whereever that may be, as long as nicks with me. for a while, anyway. i really dont want to be here the rest of my life. maybe arizona or florida. maybe california if im really lucky. not here. maybe new york? not here. please god, not michigan.
i wish i could find my blowdryer. this is really annoying.
i believe i got a little too carried away with that last blog and i probably shouldnt have posted it at all. im sure that i must have made a mistake somewhere... i was so excited to be a member on here that i immediately looked up some groups that i thought would be interesting and fun... i must have overlooked something or done something wrong... i certainly didnt go out of my way to ATTEMPT to piss anyone off, that much i know. ah well, i think i get carried away with certain things, especially when i am over-enthusiastic. ill just think better from now on. ive never been the worlds greatest thinker, but im not stupid, either... well, usually.
sorry. sigh.
shit.
now im a soggy, wet, bedraggled mess of hair. i could wait for it to air dry, but that would take hours, if not months. goddamnit. i always keep the damn thing in my bag. always. mustve left it at school. if that is indeed the case, i probably will never see it again.
mother of god, have mercy on this sinner.
grant me grace in your favor, pray for me and all sinners, amen.
i feel sluggish. it looks like a nice day outside, but i dont want to go outside. my hairs a mess and i feel icky.
but im afraid i will be forced to go outside soon. you see, i only have three cigarettes left. so, within the hour, i fear i will be out there. out among the clouds and the new leaves and the people. i wish there were an ocean around these parts. or even a big lake. i wouldnt mind sitting by the water for a while and listening to the waves walk and talk. sometimes listening to the water can be better than listening to a thunderstorm.
i dont like michigan much. never have. never felt at home here; even though i grew up here, i never felt at home. i feel at home on the road. going to see new places. i feel at home in motels. with shitty watercolor paintings and little miniature bottles of shampoo. i dont feel right here.
and its not just because my hair is wet.
partly its the fact that nicks not here; i know that. i always feel more... i dont know... i just feel more like ME when nick is around. but hes still 400 miles away and probably thats the way its going to be at least until mid to late fall. even then, who knows? we both tentatively agreed on october for him to try to relocate... for us both to relocate, actually, as i do not under any circumstances want to ever live up there again and he doesnt want to live down here; we are going to meet sort of halfway for a time, i suppose. its a big state, michigan. i guess i can live with being 200 miles north of here, whatever and whereever that may be, as long as nicks with me. for a while, anyway. i really dont want to be here the rest of my life. maybe arizona or florida. maybe california if im really lucky. not here. maybe new york? not here. please god, not michigan.
i wish i could find my blowdryer. this is really annoying.
i believe i got a little too carried away with that last blog and i probably shouldnt have posted it at all. im sure that i must have made a mistake somewhere... i was so excited to be a member on here that i immediately looked up some groups that i thought would be interesting and fun... i must have overlooked something or done something wrong... i certainly didnt go out of my way to ATTEMPT to piss anyone off, that much i know. ah well, i think i get carried away with certain things, especially when i am over-enthusiastic. ill just think better from now on. ive never been the worlds greatest thinker, but im not stupid, either... well, usually.
sorry. sigh.
big_trouble:
It's easy to react quickly one way or another. I wouldn't worry about it, we all get caught up in the moment sometimes.