Aeroplane

Well, I said I might quit writing for a little bit. But you know me... And if I don't blog, I'll just trash up everyone's news feed with my nonsense on FB. This is safer and a bit more anonymous. I like that illusion.

It's weird. I see myself as attractive now. I've gotten a few complimets that made me feel cute and all. Even on Valentine's Day. Because I was fucking adorable. But I keep having dreams of GWF and Greg. Last night I had a few vivid dreams. I dreamed of them, I dreamed about saving feral cats, and I had another dream but I can't remember it.

I'm doing well at work. Next week, I'm gonna do better. I feel it. Push it to the limit... LIMIT! Like that song from Scarface and South Park. Insert montage of me talking on the phone at work. I'm such a nerd.

McRyb said she'd be my roommate. That's kinda pretty cool. I like her a lot. She's wise for her age. This job thing is changing my life. It makes me feel good about myself. I get compliments. I've even made friends. It's not what I've been doing, but it incorporates things I've done, so I don't feel out of place or horrifically awkward. I'm always awkward, but I rock that shit.