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I meant to write as soon as I got back from NH. Obviously, that didn't really happen. But I had a lovely time, as always. Two fun trail rides at Rocky Ridge, first on Buddy, then on Dan. Nice change to ride a totally reliable horse. But even nicer to ride my crazy ass horsie. Flume, notch, mountains. I swear to god, I'm a Vermont girl, but sometimes my soul wanders through the mist of the Franconia Notch's White Mountains. Made a friend which I rarely get to do these days. On a related note, I miss my Jeb like mad, I'm almost at tears-of-heartbreak level. It's been forever and that's so super sad. I need a couch. A couch, not Na's futon. I'll probably get a click clack. Work is out of it's damn mind. The Ativan I've been giving out lately... unreal. Tammy got her ass shoved into a wall and pinned there by a res this evening. Not a great one, you know? When all your folks buy is diet iced tea, and regular old Raspberry Snapple tastes like heaven. Yes, heaven has a taste. Know what it is? It's raspberry Snapple. Ok, I'm ready to try reckless again. I actually got thanked this time! It really threw me off guard. Chuck actually said 'thank you'! Usually, it's just "want to count?" not even 'hi, what's up?' This is a big change. I still hate working on days. Although the PT kids and Ryan made me feel specially today. All in all, the 1200-1430 on C Wing was rather ok. The 1430-2330 on B wing wasn't great, but at least I had Kimmy, and Annie to have lunch with. Ahhh, B Wing. Blowjobs were discussed. All was normal. Shazam! I love her, it's fantastic. It's all gone to hell there, but I'd still hit it. Cross my heart and hope to die. Regardless of that, please do NOT stick a needle in my eye. Let's see those daydreams, kid. I bet you'll never know what you're missing, as hard as you try to put your finger on it. None of us ever really do. Oh dear lord, why do boys dance like that? I almost got into a fisty fight! My computer keeps making noises that I don't understand. Love me or hate me, it's still an obsession. You know what I've been thinking lately? I need more hoodies and I need bright colored, tacky sneakers. I've always needed these things. But I can find hoodies. I long for crazy ass sneakers. Someday.... That store doesn't even ASK why you want to buy weapons! And, oh, did I. I bought a hitty stick. And pepper spray. And a real EMT bag, even though I am no an EMT at all! I'm awful. Baby, like a total fox.
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