It’s nice living on my own place, peaceful, serene, I love waking up in the morning to have tea on my balcony.
I am worried about my friend. She is about to marry the wrong guy. I honestly tried to give him another chance after they got engaged, but this time I am plain ole fed up. He’s not going to change, and I can’t stand by and watch her make this mistake. I almost feel the need to round up an army and take the fellow out. If only life were that simple….sometimes you have to hurt people to save them from their own blindness….
The past tenant is stressing me out. She has called me five days straight wanting this or that, asking me not to tell her family where she is, etc. She showed up on Tuesday wanting to pick up a modem, smelling of the good stuff at five in the evening, acting truly eccentric, pushing her way into the condo, ohhing and ahhing and then proceeding to find things to take with her. She hasn’t called at all today…could this be a good sign??
My bedroom floor is covered in three feet of clothes. Everyday I wake up promising to fold/hang them and then end up coming home pooped….
Trust is huge deal to me. Huge….deal breaker kind of thing… I think it’s a big deal to most normal people, it’s what allows you to exist in the world, you sort of have to trust the people you interact with on a daily basis not to kill you, or hurt you in some way. And then there are relationship type trust….you trust your family to love you unconditionally, and your friends to be loyal and true. You trust the person you fall for to be good, kind, honest and sweet. However it’s the last kind of trust that seems to evade me. It seems that I’ve run out….anyone have an extra stash I can borrow?
I want to buy a painting; infact an Uncle of mine greased my palm with $100 bucks at a family party Saturday night. I felt all but 6 years old, glee full at my new stash. I went to home sense the next day, tongue hanging out in anticipation, only to find my gorgeous painting, torn…..Now I am debating on a holly go lightly print from Ikea….if I can just reconcile myself to the fact that every other woman near an Ikea store owns it…I could go ahead.
I am very boring to google.
It’s very cold in this office.
How can I sneak out of here now? (This seems to be a recurring thought.)
I have a meeting in a few minutes with a very bubbly person. She is so sweet and bubbly, that I am getting a headache thinking about it. It’s three o’clock and all I can do at 3 o’clock meetings is try and stifle my yawns….