I like a friend of mine, but he’s in a relationship. Thing is, I value our friendship too much to let my feelings ruin everything. But, would it be respectful of him and our friendship or selfish of me if I were to make him aware of how I feel about him?
So, I’m not really drunk. I’m just durnk and I really should go to sleep because I have a voice lesson tomorrow and I almost fella sleep so many times on the way back home (but I was getting a ride from someone so don’t worry) and I lost my train of thought. But I love Tumblr. So I’m here. Tada. I had 2 red solo cups of red wine somethingorother and then I had this tiny little 10oz bud light and that was my night. I had a fantastic time with my theatre people and it was lovely and I bonded and why am I attracted to everyone when I’m drunk. I wanted to make out with all the men. Even my gay friend achilles. Holy shit I wanted to hold him in my arms and kiss him.
The end.
tillwedrown replied to your photo: It’s that time of night when my windows are open…
why am i doing nothing productiveeee
That is EXACTLY what I’m wondering.
It’s that time of night when my windows are open and it’s started raining, but I can’t close them because I’ll die of heat because the AC isn’t on. And I’m tired and I know I should sleep, but I like the internet and I kind of want to watch something, but I know I have a fic to write and update, but I’m not in the mood.
Instead, I’m going to take stupid pictures with effects on my laptop.
Every year, I promise myself I won’t overeat during Yom Kippur break the fast dinner.
Every year, I overeat.
We had this great conversation about being friends, then he pulls the “sweet dreams” thing again.
Really? I haven’t known you long enough. And I don’t like you like that. I already told you. We’ve already had THAT conversation.
And, apparently, I’m now the Penny to his Captain Hammer, along with being the Amy Pond to his Doctor, the Ophelia to his Hamlet, and the Kathy to his Jamie.
It was a fun little friend-thing when it was just the Pond/Doctor thing. He would say “Come along, Pond.” It was kind of funny when we found out that we both desperately wanted to do The Last Five Years. Now….well, I’m not into the mushy gushy stuff, especially not with a friend that I KNOW has feelings for me. Like I said, we’ve had THAT conversation.
Sisterly Complaints
I need to take out my contacts and brush my teeth.
My 12-year-old sister has been in there for 10 minutes.
“I’m not feeling well,” is her response to my knocking. ”It’ll be a few more minutes.”
So, deciding that she “doesn’t feel well” all too often, I quietly lay down on the floor and put my face to the crack in the door. She’s sitting on the toilet, shaving her legs. Quietly. Like it has to be a secret. Really?
Just add shaving your legs to your daily cleaning routine and…haha! Wait. You don’t have one. You don’t clean yourself on a daily basis because you’re too lazy. Great. Clean yourself every day. Or at least 5-6 times a week, child. Then, we won’t have this problem.
Additionally, why does shaving your legs even categorize as a secret, sneaky activity that must be done covertly in the night? Why does that require a lie? Do it earlier in the day, as secretively or openly as you wish and then you won’t have to do it 2 hours after you were sent to your room to sleep.
That’s the other thing. You. were. sent. to. bed. at. nine. It is now eleven. At least have the decency to do the sneaky stupid stuff earlier on so you don’t ruin the evening routines of the ones who actually have to do things (ie. go to work) the next morning.
Third (Fourth? Millionth?), stop it with the crumpled, wet washcloths on the countertop and the piles of clothes you shed on the floor before you shower. I’m beyond tired of cleaning up after your lazy ass.
Now that I’ve made myself sound like a massive bitch, I’m going to go take these stupid contacts out and clean my mouth.
Darnit. I actually have to go into work tomorrow and I forgot to get out of no-specific-time-to-get-up mode before it got too late.
Woops. I’m going to be tired tomorrow.
Not sure I care all that much…
This kind of sucks.
These past two days, I’ve been told they don’t need me at work because they aren’t busy enough.
Yesterday was nice. I got a day off, I rested, I watched a movie, I got things done.
Today…
I’m getting annoyed. I need money. I am not making money.
My mom is asking me to run stupid errands, including shipping a bunch of stuff to CA she forgot to bring with her… I hate going to the UPS store. I always look like an idiot.
And I’m running out of things to do. I mean, I have a bunch of roses to crochet, but I hate being stuck inside all day every day. Hours and hours of being indoors…I may go crazy. And I can’t go to a movie, I don’t have the money for it. Plus, there are about 5 movies I WANT to see and I hate going by myself.
Not working is great, because I don’t have to work. But, it SUCKS.
My sister treats me like shit all week, then, today, she tries on a dress, looks at me, and says, “Does this look okay?”
As if she hasn’t been a total bitch all week.
I shrug. She gets upset.
Too damn bad.
My hair after an all day bun.
And it still smells Fructis fabulous!
