Christmas Party. Tomorrow. At My House.
Can't. Stop. Panicking.
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Creepy Christmas
My landlord slipped a handwritten card under my door. I find this strange. I was wondering if I was the only one that got one. So I may have gone over to my neighbor's door who I know was out of town for the holidays and slipped a letter opener around to see if he has one waiting.
Didn't feel one.
So is this normal? I really want to say no. My friend C said a generic happy holidays! card would have been appropriate but this was just plain weird. I hope I don't have to move.
Didn't feel one.
So is this normal? I really want to say no. My friend C said a generic happy holidays! card would have been appropriate but this was just plain weird. I hope I don't have to move.
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Wasteful
Sitting in traffic trying to get back to work and I'm pretty sure (judging by the smell) the guy in the SUV just threw a lit joint out the window. Doesn't he know we are in the middle of an economic crisis? DO NOT WASTE YOUR POT.
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
I'd have to delete all the things I wrote about you
My psychologist at the end of my session yesterday: You seemed really tense today. (*It's not that he's terribly perceptive, I was screaming throughout my entire hour) Have you ever tried writing out a letter to let someone know how you feel? Except you don't send it?
Me: Yeah.....except if you're going through all that effort I think you should send it.
Him: That's really not the point.
Me: I'm just saying. I've written things on my blog that make me feel kinda better but...
Him: Oh, you have a blog?
Me: Oh SWEET CHRIST don't look for it.
Him: Why not?
Me: I'd have to delete all the things I wrote about you.
Me: Yeah.....except if you're going through all that effort I think you should send it.
Him: That's really not the point.
Me: I'm just saying. I've written things on my blog that make me feel kinda better but...
Him: Oh, you have a blog?
Me: Oh SWEET CHRIST don't look for it.
Him: Why not?
Me: I'd have to delete all the things I wrote about you.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Fitchburg, MA
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