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Sep. 15th, 2001

I shouldn't have gone to work today.
I was zombie like, washed out, tired, achey, and just not with it at all.
Yes. That's something new.
shut up.

I dunno. I'm so annoyed by my life at the moment. I'm not where I want to be. I need to have some big long talks with someone, but well, he's made himself rather unavailable. Even a short lil talk would be acceptable. Just a little bit of anything.
I'm sad. I'm lonely is what the problem is. And it's not just a general sort of loneliness anymore. It's a very specific lonely. And that makes it worse.
So yes, I'm a pathetic whiner.

Sitting outside at work with a warm bit of sun on my face, that nice steady breeze and the first daytime temperatures below 78 we've had since last fall... all I could think was 'now'
'now is the time'
'right now'

why can't we choose our moments?

Why can't we just.... be when we want.

why can't I win the fucking lotto?


( 9 comments — Leave a comment )
Sep. 15th, 2001 08:51 pm (UTC)
Shit, woman. Have you been taking lessons in journal writing from subbes or something?

Lighten the hell up.

I'm assuming by "fucking lotto" you don't mean having unprotected sex and seeing what disease you end up with. As for the Stupid Tax version of the lotto, you can't win that because 1) technically, you can't win unless you buy a ticket, and 2) the odds of winning even if you do buy a ticket are infitessimally small...it'd be more likely that you'd be cheerful and pleasant for an entire week than win the lotto...

...well maybe not...

Sep. 15th, 2001 09:05 pm (UTC)
Re: Pity-Whore
I can be so *very* pleasant... you just have to be WORTH being pleasant to.
I'm also usually better in person.
I didn't scream at you, call you any obscene names or bite off any of your limbs when I was down there, did I?
Horribly pleasant right there.

I'm a pipe dreamer, Ken.

And no, I don't take notes from the subbes style of journal writing. I just happen to be sick and whiney. Besides, she's found god, remember?
Sep. 15th, 2001 09:18 pm (UTC)
Re: Pity-Whore
I didn't scream at you, call you any obscene names or bite off any of your limbs when I was down there, did I?

I'd just like to point out for the class that by "down there," Maddening is referring to Houston, Texas and not my nether-regions...

Don't want people getting the wrong idea.

-ken, sadly has more females visiting him in Houston, Texas than in his nether-regions

Sep. 15th, 2001 09:43 pm (UTC)
Re: Pity-Whore
I'm not your type anyway, schnookums.

I'm uh .. hehe.. I'm not anyone's type.
And you have to be the funnyman even on my freakin journal, hmm?

Sep. 15th, 2001 11:52 pm (UTC)
It's your own fault...
This is what happens when you don't generate enough traffic on g-f to keep him sated.
Sep. 18th, 2001 12:48 pm (UTC)
Re: Pity-Whore
Well, he's just that way...

And I have this strange typeless disorder, apparently...
Sep. 18th, 2001 12:52 pm (UTC)
Re: Pity-Whore
I was going to call you today.

I still might.

And bah to your type thing.
BAH I say
Sep. 19th, 2001 06:48 am (UTC)
Re: Pity-Whore
It would be lovely to hear your voice. It's been way too long.

Of course, I'm only going to be around the office (once I get there...) until about 2pm... jewish-holiday-family-stuff.

Hope I do talk to you soon, though.

Sep. 19th, 2001 06:48 am (UTC)
Re: Pity-Whore
Oh yeah, and to your "bah" thing I say HUMBUG! HUMBUG, I SAY!
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