Sitting at the airport and my flight is delayed. Ugh. I hate flying to begin with. Then I get stck in a aplce I dont want to be surrounded by strangers. Have I told you how much I hate people in general? Ugh. Being surrounded by a thousand people who I dislike just because they are alive sucks. Unlucky for me, I am broke as a joke. This trip was more than I could handle. Emotionally and physically and financially. But I have no one to even ask for a helping hand. :( I am always the one helping...never helped.
I'm done throwing a pity party for myself. I'm out.
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- Mood:
hopeful
Yey! I so happy.
What Maria Means |
![]() You are confident, self assured, and capable. You are not easily intimidated. You master any and all skills easily. You don't have to work hard for what you want. You make your life out to be exactly how you want it. And you'll knock down anyone who gets in your way! You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection. You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive. You have the classic "Type A" personality. You are wild, crazy, and a huge rebel. You're always up to something. You have a ton of energy, and most people can't handle you. You're very intense. You definitely are a handful, and you're likely to get in trouble. But your kind of trouble is a lot of fun. You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing. You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long. You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start. |
Monday, it 75. Tuesday, it snows. Wednesday it's 50. Today, snow. WTF?!?!?!
Today, I pull into a gas station and all pumps are full. As I'm pulling in, a car, coming the opposite direction stops. As I wait to see what he's going to do, I decide, I have no time to wait. So I simply zip a left in front of him and U turned to the pump I wanted. Guy was just leaving so I pulled up to the pump. As I'm getting out, there's older guy on the other side of the pump and I did my normal "hi stranger" smile and proceed to commence pumping. Then I hear:
Older Man at Pump: That sure was a zippy little move you pulled. Dangerous. Very dangerous.
Irritated Me: Uh huh. Thanks for your concern, but I'll live.
Fat Bastard: Well, I hope someone else does. *calls me something under his breathe*
Pissed off Me: Well, aren't you happy it wasn't your fat ass in my way?
Fat Bastard: It could have been my fucking kid, you bitch.
Pissed off Me: (thinking - NOW I'll be a fucking bitch) I can tell you really care about your kid by the way you call him your 'fucking kid". And then he must be fucking retarded if he can't watch traffic. Mofoka must be what - 40?
Fat Bastard: (studders something)
Laughing Me: Wait. (pulling out my wallet - looking at my ID). Yup. I am still an adult - so why don't you just shut the fuck up and and pump your gas, you meddling fat bastard.
Fat Bastard: *speechless*
Yes, I curse at strangers...so?
For some reason, I felt so much better after that exchange...and I actually left the gas station smiling.
Does anyone else feel like, no matter what you're stuck in a vicious cycle? Not necessarily a hurtful or unhealthy one, but a vicious cycle none the less?
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frustrated
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I'm exhausted today. Although I went to bed a little after midnight (my usual hour is closer to 1 and 2am), I had a hard time getting out of bed this morning. I didn't make it to work until almost 9:30. Luckily, I was awake enough at one point to call and say I would be late.
I've slept in my own apartment two nights in a row. I don't think that has happened since October. I will be at home much more now.
Last night, while feeling sorry for myself, Techie sent me an IM. I really needed to talk to someone. I knew that Techie wasn't the right person, but I talked to him about it anyway. That lead into a conversation about our past. I was able to get a lot of things off my chest. Still I know that I will always have questions to how things really transpired back then. And at the same time, I know that it really doesn't matter. That's why I've never bothered asking before. Whatever the answers are, they will not do anything to help me. I do feel better however, telling him everything that I knew, and getting somethings off my chest. I've been holding it for three years and I feel like it helped.
Funny enough, my horoscope for the day reads:
The moon in your twelfth is an area of the astrological chart associated with endings and closure. There is an emotional aspect of your life, or possibly even a set of memories that you know no longer help you to move forward. Now is the time to offload that surplus weight from your shoulders!
I'm not really into this horoscope stuff. Uly does go by hers and I she checks out my own. I can relate this to both Techie and my current disappointment. *sigh*
I guess I'll get to work, for real now.
- Mood:
drained
That's what I get. I know better than to trust people. I know better than to give without restraint. I know better than that. But I haven't learned yet not to do it.
Add that wound, however small it is, to the others. But I tell you this - I add it with pride because this wound will shape me, will change me, and hopefully, tomorrow I'll look back at the scar and chuckle - and think about how ridiculous it was that I even let it bleed for a second.
- Mood:
disappointed
So it's another day on the couch, already dreading Monday. It's going to be bad. But I'll deal.
Ok, I'm bored.
So I thought I'd start writing and just type whatever came out in the order it did. So here goes.
· I'm doing nothing for New Years. I keep hearing people and their plans and me - none. I just want to sit at home. I don't feel like dealing with crowds. I don't feel like dealing with strangers. Oh yeah, and I'm broke. So me and Ulyssa will sit at home. We're making our own party damnit.
- Mood:
blah
But I feel the need to expel these compressed thoughts and emotions that are filling up my head and bottling up in my soul. The problem is, I'm having such a hard time finding words that actually express those things mostly because it seems like everything is jumbled up together and nothing is really straight in my head. It's all jumbled. So I guess I'll start writing. You might get tired of reading. It's ok, I'm sure there are more exciting things to view out there than this post.
And as I write this, Javi walks in from work - and all of sudden, I know that I can't properly express myself now. It's just not possible. So now I'm off. To do what? I dunno.
- Mood:
drained
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