A Non-Newtonian Fluid (maddening) wrote,
A Non-Newtonian Fluid
maddening

mmkay.
I've written rambling letters to two strangers (well, one stranger and one pseudo-kinda stranger, but I feel weird calling him just a stranger because well, I uh, know him sorta without knowing him and well.. I'm just gonna hush now.) and sat around waiting for someone to jump on my offer.. but I only make these offers at one in the morning and well... apparently ya'll are all gainfully employed or still out.
fuckers.
SO.
I'm going to lay in bed and stare that matisse print that's on my ceiling and think nice thoughts about blue women and hug some pillows.
I don't know what I would do if it weren't for pillows to hug, man.
And I actually need to sleep tonight.
Because my sister is coming over tomorrow and we're gonna fix my resume and see what we can see about my gainful employment.
The only reason I can be happy about that is that I'm hoping gainful employment will help me start setting up for the things I actually want to do.
STEP BACK, PEOPLE, Holly is actually making *plans*.
Scary stuff, I know.
I don't want to jinx it all though. can't talk about it, hush hush.


I'm gonna be an obsessive freak and check the mail one more time and then I really am gonna go. I'm going to read "The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses Over The Hills" until I can sleep.


and people say I need a webcam.
HA!
the words are too much info as it is, people..

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