I want yo face. And yo guitars. And yo clothes. Can we trade bodies, jobs and living arrangements and keep our own friends, families and lives? Ok, I'm in.
Today has been a wonderful day so far. What started out as me moping and comforting myself with the most depressing music I could think of turned into a great day. I got to work feeling sad and out of sorts, so of course Copeland's You Are My Sunshine album gets put on repeat in my iTunes. I start writing. Not on here. In Microsoft Word. I write two full pages of thoughts, frustrating thoughts. I am quite incapable of mentally coping with stress unless I write down my thoughts on the source or reason for the stress first - just a small book. No big deal. I've always done this - before I can think clearly about something, I have to write down my thought processes. Write. Read. Reread. Rewrite. I'm like my own English professor. But somehow, it always helps and I have a clear head afterwards. It's some form of therapy- embarrassing to admit, but therapy in its best form, my favorite at least. So after writing two full pages of very specific thoughts, I wrap up my lack of work that I have to complete at my job and go to lunch. I'd been craving Mexican food all morning, so I walked to Nicky's (which turned out to be a much more annoying walk than I thought). Systemout.println("Heels, " + "creepy people, " + ".... I guess that's really it.") Finished Nicky's in record time - 15 minutes from walk-in to walk-out. Somehow managed to get a chip in my lung in those 15 minutes... I don't know how... And read Catcher in the Rye with my leftover time. I'm not sure if that book is supposed to be funny or not but..... I'll leave it at that. Anyway, for no apparent reason, somehow today has turned up wonderful. What started out as a very sad, gloomy day turned into me looking forward to something- I don't know what. But I have a feeling the world isn't a bad place. I have a feeling that things always look up after all. :) Even if it doesn't end up being the way you thought it would. This is what me preaching to myself sounds like. But I really do believe it, I do.
Also, I would like to say, that the chip in the lung incident was not that bad. I am somewhat of a compulsive liar. I mean, I did choke on the chip. However, on Facebook, I made it sound as if it was an event. It wasn't. One quick, wide eyed, frantic cough. That's all... I'd like to think that instead of me being a compulsive liar, I just recognize an opportunity to make a story better. I love human's laughter, what can I say?! It's all for the greater good, really - this embellishing stories business.... Yeah.
My stomach just made a weird sound though. Maybe I'll make up some story about how I birthed a very small buck tooth alien child this morning that looked JUST LIKE ME!!! Except he had ankle spurs and an adorably sheepish, suspicious smile.... Ok, I won't. But if I did make up that story, this is what he would look like.
Don't worry about him only having one foot. Gah! So judgmental.
...I really think I have something wrong with me sometimes.
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