Muscle relaxers and electrodes #badbackwednesdays
Muscle relaxers and electrodes #badbackwednesdays
Me now and definitely in 10 years.
My 2 year old godson walks up to a wall with what he was pretending was a yardstick I assume because he told me he was measuring a castle on the wall. When I asked how many castles, he said four. I then asked who lived in the castles and he said “de goblinsss”. I asked if anyone else lived in the castles, and he said “de fucking goblins!”
- I should have done laundry tonight.
- Why am I still awake?
- My face is slightly numb.
- This girl on House Hunters has serious first world problems. SHUT UP! But hmmm, let’s go to Kiev, Montevideo, Hong Kong, etc.
- I’m thinking about you. I’m glad a connection I thought might have been over-exaggerated was confirmed today. I knew you.
- I’m thinking about you too but I don’t know why.
- My beautiful godson thinks I’m an adult. Little does that sweet boy realize…
- I have to be productive tomorrow.
- One of your hugs would be amazing right now; accompanied by that smile.
- One of your hugs would be amazing as well.
- I definitely didn’t forget about your hugs. I want one of those as well.
- How much is a heating blanket because apparently I need a lot of comforting and a doughnut and booze only does so much.
- “There’s feeling in the air just like a Friday afternoon…”
- I’m sorry.
"Une Femme Est Une Femme" from Lula Magazine, Issue 19.
Looks 1, 2, 4, & 5 giveth me LOIFE!
WORD. I haven’t felt QUITE to this extreme yet but it’s revving up and I’m realizing it. Sign of being a bit of an adult?
A boy I haven’t seen in over ten years died last night from an asthma attack. I call him a boy because the last time I saw him we were teenagers.
I haven’t spoken to him in 9 years. I haven’t spoken to much of anyone from that group in about the same. We were all counselors at the world’s happiest place - no, not Disney world. It was a camp for kids with developmental disabilities and it was a small piece of heaven. I’ve never gotten such a quick connection to strangers, than at this place. I liken it to a fraternity/sorority/space camp experience where ONLY you know the impact or what you did/went through. Laughter, tears, love triangles, the works.
Tian was hilarious. He was goofy as hell, never afraid to embarrass himself, and busted balls with he best of them. He worked in the kitchen that summer and I floated between a few groups. He was my flirting partner for a week and made AOL Instant Messenger that much more fun the 50 weeks in between seeing each other and our happy place again.
I always imagined us older, grabbing a beer with several other “vets from the old days” and laughing about our campers, life, and what we were doing currently. I took for granted the fact that over the last ten years there were many occasions for that to happen and now that he’s dead, it never will.
Not that this teaches me anything because life happens and people get busy and those not in your life on a daily basis get pushed to the back burner(as busy as I am, those who are in my life get pushed back as well), but it’s one of those contemplative moments. *I should visit camp for a day this summer when work isn’t crazy *; *I should go have a drink with all of these fun ass people I know who are now adults as I am, reminisce and create new memories*. I’ll be playing Better Than Ezra’s, “This Time of Year” tonight and thinking about the you that I knew. And yes, I’ve stopped claiming that song as mine. It’s all yours, Christian. I used to put up a pretty convincing fight though, right? : )
Today is the day you take control.
Today is the day you stop blaming the universe for your problems. The universe is not against you. That black sweater you used to look good in, your friend from college who is just more successful than you, the expensive thing you want and cannot afford, last…
I just want to spend a day taking pictures in the park, going to the Intrepid, playing with puppies, eating croissants and gruyere, drinking beer, dancing, watching cooking shows, and having lazy sex.
All of that to say, I’ve finally realized I’m fucking stressed. I’m burning out four months into this new job and as much as Iove it I need a break. I’m not sleeping and I think it may be because my mind is constantly running with what project is priority, what message I forgot to respond to, who is waiting on me for something, what deadline that doesn’t even exist is steamrolling toward me, and how we’ll make the numbers we need this year.
I’m four months in and have projected my workload the next 8 months and it seems May is the ONLY time I’m not in full “WHAT THE FUCK?!” mode. I thought about taking a day off next week and the thought quickly evaporated as I came to terms with the fuckload of things on my plate.
Maybe a day off every 4.5 months will become my thing? Oh how quickly the tables have turned from my past life.
I hate this Tumblr app. I just had what seemed to be a very profound, very much realized post re: life as it stands and the fact I locked my phone for a half of a second, erased all of it.
Death to you shitty Galaxy tumblr app. To sleep I go.
Today’s the perfect day to have a moviegoing marathon, only taking a break to go get pizza and a beer.