March 2009
73 posts
You’re conscientious.
playnice:
When you listen to a wounded friend, you listen hard. When you’re making something special, you put your unique brand of concentration into it. And when there’s a strict budget to stick to, you better believe you’re the one consuming off brand groceries like Diet Dr. Thunder and trolling craigslist for non-escort, cash paying gigs. When it’s crucial, you’re painstaking in your...
February 2009
8 posts
Life is wonderful.
“Hey A: The word on the street is that you have returned to the world of cyberspace…..Welcome back…Your time is no longer your own…You will be inundated with crap, “pass this on and get a blessing” stuff, “pass this on or you will lead a miserable life for the next ten years your finger nails will turn black”, a few videos that you don’t care...
I feel like a total shit.
I am a bad friend. I behave like an ostrich when my anxiety and demons get the better of me, bury my head in the sand, and lose touch with everyone who matters in my life. I don’t call people back, I forget to ask how other people are doing, and I have been known to go off-radar for months at a time before resurfacing with a pained shrug and a ‘yeah, it was a bad one this time. ...
Truth.
I am all at once:
- giddy (t-minus two days to new york)
- fucking exhausted (working 7 days in a row, 12 hr shifts, 6/7 openers)
- fucking exhausted (Nice Allison is not getting any results with changing the catastrophes and fuck-ups on the job. Today the ladies were introduced to Mitch the Bitch, who fucking makes it happen, goddamnit.)
- warm and well-fed. Thanks to my brother and his...
