Showing posts with label work. Show all posts
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28 December 2009

What I {Rediscovered} Today



Elton John

I really love Elton John.

I forgot that.

But today, I remembered.

This song reminds me of my friend Herbert.



I know Christmas is over but...



Another fav



And this



The only thing this song will ever remind me of is the summer after my sophmore year working at the luggage store. My friend James would begrudgingly be sent to the back room to work. I would hide back there with him as much as possible as he was the only other person I could talk to at work. Tiny Dancer was our song. He had it on CD and we would sit in the back with the song on repeat.

I don't know what made me tune into some Elton today, but I'm sure glad I did.

What's your favorite Elton John song?

23 November 2009

What I {Am Lacking} Today

I am seriously lacking motivation.

Ugh.

Uughughughuuhguh.

I suck.

There are many things I should be doing.

Important things.

But I can't make myself do them.

Is it laziness?

Probably.

Am I dumb?

Indeed.

Is it fair that my bestie (Olivia) can put on anything and make it look cool?




Nope.  Not fair.

Should I be embarrassed that I'm using the term "bestie"?

Of course.  But I'm going to do it again to spite you.

Did my bestie's sister go into labor today?

Yes.

Can I use that as an excuse to not do my work?

No, that would make no sense.  Especially cause she's not my sister.

I can't even use this as an excuse.



My boss is out of town.  My boss is in Vegas.  My boss is 3 months old. 

That's not fair.

Why can babies unapologetically fart, have their belly hanging out, sport a double chin and still be considered cute?  I can't do any of those things.


That too is not fair.

I have laundry to fold.

I have essays to write.

I have workouts to do
(ha! that's never gonna happen...)

I need new socks.
(all of mine are white and I have decided that I abhor white socks)

I need new underwear.
(TMI, I know.)

I need new pj pants!
(more of a want, but who's counting?)

With my combined efforts of yesterday and today I have almost watched the entire series of Gilmore Girls.

I have a problem.

It's me.

I should never be left alone.

I need people around me to judge me and make me feel guilty.

Guilt gets things done.

I should never be alone.

Ok, I'm done.  Gotta run...I'm on season 4.

Help?

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