No bueno.
I think my blogging skills are lagging. The things I write just seem less ineteresting, less formed, more schizoid. Have I run out of things to say? Is it pointless?
It seems that now that I avoid talking about him, I have nothing else to talk about. I can come up with things, but I guess I don't feel them completely in my heart. I only know how to talk about them. But not relate them. But I'm trying something different for a change. Things going on in my life. Except him.
Other things. Other things. Other things.
I don't feel as poor as i did since I've actually been working some this week. I suppose that's good, but it seems that it's never enough. Plus I've worked some long hours and come home incredibly tired. Last night I asked the bartender why he's such a jerk to me all the time. He didn't really have a decent anwer for me. I think it's just some sort of habit. Because when no one is around he is nice to me.
The new guy with tatoos on his neck talked to me last night. He seems nice, but I can only stare at the tatoos on his neck.
The security guard started hitting on me. It's weird. I'm not interested. I'm a hypocrite. I'm pretty much ok with that.
I met my roommate's boyfriend yesterday. He seems like the marrying kind. Good for her.
I almost wrecked my car on the highway. If I would have, I wouldn't be typing this right now. I don't really care for driving.
The weather has been really cloudy and yucky lately. Severely crunching my beach time. No bueno.
No bueno.
It seems that now that I avoid talking about him, I have nothing else to talk about. I can come up with things, but I guess I don't feel them completely in my heart. I only know how to talk about them. But not relate them. But I'm trying something different for a change. Things going on in my life. Except him.
Other things. Other things. Other things.
I don't feel as poor as i did since I've actually been working some this week. I suppose that's good, but it seems that it's never enough. Plus I've worked some long hours and come home incredibly tired. Last night I asked the bartender why he's such a jerk to me all the time. He didn't really have a decent anwer for me. I think it's just some sort of habit. Because when no one is around he is nice to me.
The new guy with tatoos on his neck talked to me last night. He seems nice, but I can only stare at the tatoos on his neck.
The security guard started hitting on me. It's weird. I'm not interested. I'm a hypocrite. I'm pretty much ok with that.
I met my roommate's boyfriend yesterday. He seems like the marrying kind. Good for her.
I almost wrecked my car on the highway. If I would have, I wouldn't be typing this right now. I don't really care for driving.
The weather has been really cloudy and yucky lately. Severely crunching my beach time. No bueno.
No bueno.
posted by Ocean | 12:21 PM
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