me...in print?
stranger things have happened...stay tuned. i'm tired. physically tired. i wanna go night night but i'm actually having funny with picasa. i'm craving some chocolatey goodness but alas there's nothing in this house to indulge in. oooh apple jacks or corn pops. breakfast for late dinner is always a good idea. breakfast at any time of the day is always a good *great* idea.
so i emailed a commentary to folio regarding a very scary write up on a local school board candidate and today they emailed me asking if they could reprint my email in their 'letters' section. hello? is the pope catholic? yes indeedidly do you may! this np offers such an escape from what surrounds me every day. it makes me want to go out and explore this temporary pit spot i'm idling in.
told me mum today how unhappy i am at my current job. ditto she said. that makes me sad. my mum and dad should be enjoying the end of their working days. instead they keep treading water while trying to achieve the more and more unattainable american dream. my broken heart shatters into miniscule pieces for them. i'd give my left arm to help them. hmmm, good thing i'm a righty. they've worked so hard and come so far; but not far enough. bills still pay their monthly visit. collector and telemarketers disturb the phone's sleep at all hours of the day. i try to be nice to telemarketers cause i feel for them having to have this leper-job but damn, everyday? every hour? don't call list my ass. let me change lanes and try to write about something positive
t minus 3 days and counting till i journey down to orlando. recharge my batteries i hope. reconnect with the part of me that actually is alive and hopefully i'll come back with a new mindset. or at least be able to fake it a bit better. the biggest nuisance right now is my job. i know i should be content that i have a decent paying job and such but ugh, that's not enough. in this me me me world, i don't care enough about others' problems to focus on the good. the negative is soooo much easier and more comfy fitting; like a pair of sweats that stacy and clinton would trash. i'm taking it just day by day now and actually i counted and if my sinister scheme goes well, i'll only have to work 21 more days. i know where i belong. in a classroom. absorbing knowledge, reacquanting myself with dormant knowledge, filling the void that i've carried for the last 10 years. not giving in to life's fucked up joke. baby steps on this journey to happiness. that's what it is right? a journey? not a destination? that's what mayra said the other day...it got me thinking alright.
so i emailed a commentary to folio regarding a very scary write up on a local school board candidate and today they emailed me asking if they could reprint my email in their 'letters' section. hello? is the pope catholic? yes indeedidly do you may! this np offers such an escape from what surrounds me every day. it makes me want to go out and explore this temporary pit spot i'm idling in.
told me mum today how unhappy i am at my current job. ditto she said. that makes me sad. my mum and dad should be enjoying the end of their working days. instead they keep treading water while trying to achieve the more and more unattainable american dream. my broken heart shatters into miniscule pieces for them. i'd give my left arm to help them. hmmm, good thing i'm a righty. they've worked so hard and come so far; but not far enough. bills still pay their monthly visit. collector and telemarketers disturb the phone's sleep at all hours of the day. i try to be nice to telemarketers cause i feel for them having to have this leper-job but damn, everyday? every hour? don't call list my ass. let me change lanes and try to write about something positive
t minus 3 days and counting till i journey down to orlando. recharge my batteries i hope. reconnect with the part of me that actually is alive and hopefully i'll come back with a new mindset. or at least be able to fake it a bit better. the biggest nuisance right now is my job. i know i should be content that i have a decent paying job and such but ugh, that's not enough. in this me me me world, i don't care enough about others' problems to focus on the good. the negative is soooo much easier and more comfy fitting; like a pair of sweats that stacy and clinton would trash. i'm taking it just day by day now and actually i counted and if my sinister scheme goes well, i'll only have to work 21 more days. i know where i belong. in a classroom. absorbing knowledge, reacquanting myself with dormant knowledge, filling the void that i've carried for the last 10 years. not giving in to life's fucked up joke. baby steps on this journey to happiness. that's what it is right? a journey? not a destination? that's what mayra said the other day...it got me thinking alright.
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