OUT OF TOUCH
i can't believe it's the 12th already!
it's been a bumpy coupla months for me. i've been lazy and gloomy but this has all come to a very sudden hault. i'm so thankful for the new year. i'm not feelin so much rejuvenated as i am recharged - a smidge. it's not a fresh start, it's a leap into the fray from a really great hiding spot.
i'm dancing 7 days a week now - intensive classes and practices and still trying to figure a day in for the gym. physical exhaustion in place of a purpose. today is day 4 and my 10th hour of class this week. some call it salsa fever. i'm too tired to call it anything.
i've got 10 more pounds to lose. i'm actually pretty content - strange and new but true. but 10 more pounds might shut my mom up for good - and hey, what's 10 pounds to shut a mother up?
work is slow. it's called nap time. big and exciting things r happening with the higher ups. there's a good chance i won't be quiting this year. good things are in the works, i got a huge raise outta the blue - it feels like impending doom.
salsa guy. kaput! it feels like the right time to put it down and move on. there's a coldness between us right now that's not sittin so well with me. i don't like it and i wanna grab him and smother him with kisses when i see him but i can't - it's shit like that that held us in the gray for so long. we're stumbling on.
i feel like i need to take a day off to put my life back in order. to clean, to do my laundry, change my oil, fix my tail light, get a haircut. maybe that's why this start ain't feelin oh so fresh.
from disorder - into the fray i go. chaos over boredom any day.
it's been a bumpy coupla months for me. i've been lazy and gloomy but this has all come to a very sudden hault. i'm so thankful for the new year. i'm not feelin so much rejuvenated as i am recharged - a smidge. it's not a fresh start, it's a leap into the fray from a really great hiding spot.
i'm dancing 7 days a week now - intensive classes and practices and still trying to figure a day in for the gym. physical exhaustion in place of a purpose. today is day 4 and my 10th hour of class this week. some call it salsa fever. i'm too tired to call it anything.
i've got 10 more pounds to lose. i'm actually pretty content - strange and new but true. but 10 more pounds might shut my mom up for good - and hey, what's 10 pounds to shut a mother up?
work is slow. it's called nap time. big and exciting things r happening with the higher ups. there's a good chance i won't be quiting this year. good things are in the works, i got a huge raise outta the blue - it feels like impending doom.
salsa guy. kaput! it feels like the right time to put it down and move on. there's a coldness between us right now that's not sittin so well with me. i don't like it and i wanna grab him and smother him with kisses when i see him but i can't - it's shit like that that held us in the gray for so long. we're stumbling on.
i feel like i need to take a day off to put my life back in order. to clean, to do my laundry, change my oil, fix my tail light, get a haircut. maybe that's why this start ain't feelin oh so fresh.
from disorder - into the fray i go. chaos over boredom any day.
posted by tunabelly at 9:33 a.m.
1 Comments:
glad to see you back up on that horse!! congrats!! now if only i could get up there with you... hmm...
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