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Signs, signs, everywhere there’s signs
God, do I have a sign on my back or my front for that matter?!? It seems like I’m a target. Like people are picking me to pick on, yell at, etc etc. I’ve grown tired of it. First thing, Rogers idiot the other week. I hope she ended up in as much trouble and the csr suggested. But at least I got free shit on account of it. John dealt with it for me. I’m not going into it on the worldwide web but a few of you know the story and it’s kind of embarrassing but down right funny at the same time. Then I’m at Kody’s and some…
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Name that Movie
It’s just like my song lyrics game but this time it’s movies. Movies I like. Can you tell I’m bored?! MY GIRL-Feel My aura/I don’t think I’m allowed to. GLADIATOR – I knew a man once who said, “Death smiles at us all. All a man can do is smile back.”/I wonder, did your friend smile at his own death?/You must know. He was your father. AMERICAN HISTORY X-Alright, relax let me ask you a few questions./I’m not in the mood I got a lot of homework to do/Tell me some of the shit you’ve learned fuckass before I pistol whip you/Ok, I believe in death, destruction, chaos, filth, and…
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The day is upon us…
So it’s about 8:30 and John is in the shower and I’m just sitting here with this knot in my stomach. My eyes welling up. It’ll be fine but suck at the same time. I’m a crier. I’m not good with goodbyes no matter who it is or how long it’ll be until I see them again. I hate this part of the journey. I don’t feel ready. But is one ever ready?! It’s about the apprehension of it all. He’s going and I’m going to miss him. I don’t sleep alone very well. But this also forces me to face the fact that I am going to be moving…
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If I don’t get out of bed, can I avoid tomorrows?
So the hub-bub of the last few weeks has died down and now I wish it hadn’t. It forces me to realize that there are only a few short days (1.5 actually) left to spend with my husband before he’s gone. 1.5 months until I see him again. I can no longer pretend the move isn’t happening or that it is far off in the distance. I haven’t been able to focus on the moving and leaving me behind in a place I don’t really want to be since we’ve been so busy. But now, it’s all encompassing. It’s all I can think about. It’s all I dread. If I…