Currently at work. The girls are busy with their afternoon classes, so I have an hour or so to myself before I go back to being a teenage-wrangler extraordinaire. My brain feels like mush. Mostly because my paranoid ass kept waking up every thirty minutes in cold sweats last night, convinced that I had overslept and missed my bus to work. Oy vey.
Shit was weird last night. I had the apartment all to myself cuz the roomies were off traversing different parts of the west coast for ze weekend. I, on the other hand, have work. with my girls. where I am at currently. like i stated before.
I’ve come to realize that I have an obsessive personality. I don’t enjoy anything in moderation. extremes rule my life. I am an all or nothing girl. (YA SEE?! HOW MANY TIMES CAN I SAY THE SAME DAMN THING VIA CHEESY CLICHES????). I need to stop smoking so much. I think I have developed a case of the whooping cough as a result. (Making it my 156 case since I grossly overuse that analogy).
People are fucked up. Some people, that is. Today, my girls were asked to write a a couple paragraphs inspired by this prompt: ”The woman who I admire the most is…” Every single one of them acknowledged their mothers. Every single one of them noted that even though their mothers were the cause of most of their pain, were to blame for most of their insecurities, were the reason for most of their abuse…. at the end of the day, their mothers are and always will be their mothers. Their mothers, at the very least, showed them what life decisions they should probably avoid. What maturity. I wish I had the strength to forgive like my girls do.
I need to cut my hair. Shits getting too long. While I’m at it, I guess I should do laundry too. Haven’t done that in a while.
I’ve never hated anything as much as I hate my landlord’s dog. It whines whenever it hears sirens/car horns. I live on the corner of “a shit ton of cars” street and “Oh hai, is that a fucking interstate highway?” It needs to be put to sleep. TODAY.
I am so excited for September to end.
When I close my eyes at night, right before I go to sleep, a striking image of Jon Hamm’s face materializes in my mind. What the fuck does that mean?