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Oct. 7th, 2005 10:17 amI have chai in my belly and ridiculous shoes on my feet.
May have cried like a stupid little girl when I first got up this morning, but I think I'm doing ok at the moment. I sat on the edge of my bed with my feet pressed up against the slick blonde drawers of my tallest dresser, smoked the first cigarette of the morning, and informed myself that there would be none of this nancyboy nonsense. You are getting up. You are getting dressed. You are going to work.
Today is Angel's last day working with me and this evening, a pack of us are going to go out and get shitty on sangria.
hoom.
There is a sense of stillness in my brain, a hovering disquiet. I can't see them clearly, but there are dark clouds rolling in, boiling thickly over the horizon. It may be time to nail the shutters down and ride out this brewing storm.
Or I may just be a paranoid fuckhead.
Be that or not, this weekend's free time will find me throwing up every type of protection I know.
May have cried like a stupid little girl when I first got up this morning, but I think I'm doing ok at the moment. I sat on the edge of my bed with my feet pressed up against the slick blonde drawers of my tallest dresser, smoked the first cigarette of the morning, and informed myself that there would be none of this nancyboy nonsense. You are getting up. You are getting dressed. You are going to work.
Today is Angel's last day working with me and this evening, a pack of us are going to go out and get shitty on sangria.
hoom.
There is a sense of stillness in my brain, a hovering disquiet. I can't see them clearly, but there are dark clouds rolling in, boiling thickly over the horizon. It may be time to nail the shutters down and ride out this brewing storm.
Or I may just be a paranoid fuckhead.
Be that or not, this weekend's free time will find me throwing up every type of protection I know.
