Bleh
I am good. I am damn good. For some strange reason, my charm is paying off. People like me, they really do. If they only knew...
I am doing well, I think. I had one day where I wanted to yell, scream, cry and choke people, but I didn't. (That's what made me so angry. I am quite used to telling people what I think of them. Not being able to is sooooo restricting.)
Perhaps, and this is just a maybe thing, I have allowed myself too much freedom. I am quite used to saying what I think, directing my anger appropriately, confronting. Now I am in a situation where I am basically forced to apologize on something I have absolutely no control over. That's customer service for ya. But I've found I actually LIKE working. Which is weird, because I hate restrictions. I hate rules. I hate being made to follow. Strange, that I should excel at it.
There I go, again. Who wants to hear about work? Boring. Ugh. Let's move on.
One of these days, I shall learn to ride a motorcycle. There's been plenty of opportunities, but I've shunned each one. To tell you the truth, I quite like riding on the back of his. I can only ride him for so long, before I want some of that control. I like control. There's nothing like the feel of powering your own destiny. Which is why I need to learn to ride, so that I may control that big machine of power. Plus, I found another pair of black bitch boots that I am totally intent on buying. You just can't wear black bitch boots to the grocery store, ya know?
I am doing well, I think. I had one day where I wanted to yell, scream, cry and choke people, but I didn't. (That's what made me so angry. I am quite used to telling people what I think of them. Not being able to is sooooo restricting.)
Perhaps, and this is just a maybe thing, I have allowed myself too much freedom. I am quite used to saying what I think, directing my anger appropriately, confronting. Now I am in a situation where I am basically forced to apologize on something I have absolutely no control over. That's customer service for ya. But I've found I actually LIKE working. Which is weird, because I hate restrictions. I hate rules. I hate being made to follow. Strange, that I should excel at it.
There I go, again. Who wants to hear about work? Boring. Ugh. Let's move on.
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One of these days, I shall learn to ride a motorcycle. There's been plenty of opportunities, but I've shunned each one. To tell you the truth, I quite like riding on the back of his. I can only ride him for so long, before I want some of that control. I like control. There's nothing like the feel of powering your own destiny. Which is why I need to learn to ride, so that I may control that big machine of power. Plus, I found another pair of black bitch boots that I am totally intent on buying. You just can't wear black bitch boots to the grocery store, ya know?
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I am not afraid of spiders. I like them. Which is why I was surprised at my reaction upon finding a dead one, today. I freaked out. Refused to touch it or get near it, when only a few days before, I had lovingly escorted an alive one outside. I think it was because it was dead. I had the same reaction with a dead bird on our lawn. For three days, I walked in a huge semi-circle around our porch to avoid it. I guess I have some strong issues with death.
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When did I become so damn boring? Geesh, it's like the life has been sucked out of me. Not funny, not interesting. I'll chalk this entry up to being half-asleep. That or the fact that complete strangers are sucking my will to live. One or the other.
posted by Ari at 6:00 PM
5 Comments:
I don't handle death well either.
Speaking of "death" I just found out yesterday that the company that owns our store, planning to sell them. Maybe it's time for me to move on. I just feel like my job is gonna go up in smoke.
Customer service is hard sometimes. Honestly I don't apologize if a rude customer comes around and pisses me off.
Spiders. My wife is so irrational about them. Even tiny ones will send her over the edge. It is darn inconvenient for me, I can tell you.
i hate spiders.
hate hate hate them.
-cringes at thought of them-
i hope you had a good weekend, darlin' xox ♥
Death I don't handle at all well.
Spiders I don't handle at all well.
People, I don't... you know it.
I had no idea you actually couldn't ride a bike. Start small...maybe with a moped?
My parents' neighbors are riders and when she was ready to start on her own, she got some kind of a Yamaha that looked like a small Harley (which is what he rode on).
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