I need to start working out. I'm getting fat. I'm not married, so I have no reason to get fat and saggy yet. My outside demeanor is getting more and more apathetic, but inside I'm frustrated and upset. Come January I'm looking for a new job--recently I realized that my management doesn't particularly care about their employees, or effective ways to train and motivate them. I don't want to be with a company like that anymore. It's just not effective.
I nap on the couch a lot.
I went to Mexico with AJ and 12 of his friends two weeks ago. It was amazing. Sitting on the beach in November, riding a banana boat, running pantsless into the ocean.. drinking Dos Equis at a club on the beach; I needed a vacation.
Black Friday was insanity, I worked a long day.
There's this guy that I've been hanging out with who's pretty cool. He's 27, which is odd. But he's normal. He's withdrawn without being socially retarded. He's reserved about himself and his personal issues but he likes to have a good time. He's got all the right kind of walls. I don't even know what I want from him, but I want to get to know him and that's good enough for me.
I'm down to half a pack a day.
It's starting to get colder out here, like only 75 during the day and about 50-60 at night. That's cold to me now. I'm such a little bitch. I can still wear flip flops, though, so fuck all. Hoodies are awesome, I'll never need a coat, who cares.
I just miss regularity and familiarity.
Represent.
1 comment:
That Michigan tat is clutch! It's weird to feel so out isn't it? Glad you made it through your first Black Friday. I worked almost 20 hours that day. I clocked in at 3:30am and clocked out at 11:15pm. Sometimes I think I'd like a change in job too. The constant BS of dealing with people who can't accurately complete a task, or with management who can't hold people accountable for even the basic stuff is really annoying. I tell Chelsea all the time that I'd love to be doing construction or something that makes me work really hard, but lets me be outside and using my hands. I'm growing weary of the flourescent suntan.
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