Pulling into the station February 10, 2005 Why am I such a gimp when it comes to conversing with a certain feller up there at the coffee shop? WHY. It's been three years, my friends, and all I can spit out is my order and the occational "Hi, how's it going?" Apparently I go into shy-girl mode when I walk through the door. Yes, I do! Because the entire way up the block, I've got nads made of solid brass, but as soon as I'm through the door... This should probably be a warning or something, right? Yeah, well, we all know how good I am at reading those warning signs.Okay, you know how you get lightHEADED? I feel that way right now, but it's my body, not my head. It's so... weird. I can feel my spine and my head, but the rest of me... It's like my clothes are stuffed with cotton or something. I got up to throw my coffee cup (it's paper) in la basura and I nearly fell over. I swear, I didn't take anything and I didn't ask for an extra shot in my coffee, either. Weird.
* The one and only time I have ever written a letter to the editor was after reading an article in Vanity Fair about Paris & Nicky, partying and being obnoxious teenagers. It make me sad for rich people. Oh and I also had to go vomit because they just made me sick.
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