crucible of ennui

So I’m going through my closet…
Black
Black
Black
Gray
Black
Navy
Black
You get the picture. Ugh… it’s like I’m in high school again. All I need is to whip out the Depeche Mode and Cure tapes, start smoking clove cigs again and bitch about my parents.
I need to go shopping.

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Work is work. If it was fun, it wouldn’t be called work.

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Glenn got the job!!!
Uh huh uh huh… do a little dance… fly a little on Southwest… get down tonight…

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It’s raining buckets. And I so don’t want to be here at work. Way back in the day, Kristi (one of my oldest friends - I’ve known her since junior high school) and I would ditch class (in college) when it was rainy like this. We would head back to her condo, stop by Chan’s [...]

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I’m pretty crabby/grumpy/bitchy at the moment. I’m a horrible housekeeper on many different levels, I procrastinate in every aspect of my life, I’m arrogant, jump to wrong conclustions and can spit a loogie farther than most men I know to this day.
Resolutions. I’m just not in the mood to make them. I feel like if [...]

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