Sunday, May 3, 2009

prelude to messy sleep

You know, this blog is really coming along since I so humbly (and unexpectedly) began on that day in January when I was sitting at the front desk, being aggravated by a coworker.

I've now added images from my Flickr (which is also coming along since I so unexpectedly started that sometime in the '08), so feel free to check them out... I really enjoy taking pictures, and my sad little Sony is determined to come along for the ride... poor thing, it almost fell off the Brooklyn Bridge (that one was not my fault), I take it to the beach and get sand all in its private areas (I haven't decided if it's a girl or boy yet), and just today, in my haste, I dropped it on my floor. My floor is tiled. (Ooops... sorry Sony).

Well, in other news, my eyes aren't burning anymore. But tomorrow's Monday. Meaning it's back to the clink for another week... meaning my eyes will be burning until next Saturday. :(

I really miss someone. And I felt like saying that out loud... even if it's to whomever might be reading this. In the amount of time that I've been missing spoken individual, I have never said out loud to anyone, other than my reflection in the mirror, that I miss him.

I miss you.

I really don't want to go to work tomorrow.

I'm plotting my escape from my current address. If anyone in the Orlando area needs a roommate/couch dweller, let me know. (No funny or shady business, mind you. I will thrash you if you try me!)

Despite my serious silence right now, I'm feeling kinda playful (hence the sentence construction).

I really enjoy doing things by myself. So how come everytime I get into one of these "relationships" I stop doing shit by myself? Maybe if I could find the happy medium, you might get a wedding invite from me in a few years here... [don't hold your breath, though.]

I really don't want to go to work. I'm going to be hella tired when I get up tomorrow, not only because I'll know it's time to go someplace I don't want to be, but because I can't sleep for dreaming/thinking all night.

But, complaints aside--I'm alive and healthy. No swine flu for me (and if I have to let go of my daily ham sandwiches, I will. Please note that was sarcasm). I've got someplace to stay. I still have work despite budget cuts. And I live in Florida... aka my paradise. Can't really complain too too much.

[though, I still miss you. and i hope you're reading.]

p.s. I don't like signing my name at the bottom. I don't know why, but it just doesn't feel right. This isn't my journal... it's better... it's my blog. So until I come up with something, I won't sign anything at all. I'll just stop writing like right

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