I’ve been single so long now I’m starting to forget how to interact with people. Definitely walked away from someone tonight who was apparently interested just because I’m oblivious. I can’t tell if I like being alone or not. I kinda want the little things, like sharing stories and space and seeing my medicine cabinet full of their stuff because they’ve stayed over so often I’ve accrued makeup and tampons. I’m going to stop rambling. Fuck.
I could have been more cautious, I could have been less kind, I should have held my tongue until I knew that it was right. I could have been more careful, I wonder if you tried to brace yourself from falling to compete with my high. There’s no happy ending, won’t be a big surprise, we were a roman candle and we burned out in the night.
So I’m currently in the process of moving, and I don’t know how I’ve managed to lose/gain so much random garbage. I’m sorting through old things and I think I may be on the fast track to Hoarders if I don’t cut things down. On a positive note the new apartment looks fantastic and I’m probably way too excited to start decorating.
Tattoo placement is almost as important as the piece itself…but not how I’d have expected. For the last week all I’ve heard is variations on ‘omg how bad did it hurt?’. Next one is going in between my toes or something where no one will ever know.
"It’s never been clearer, we’ll just dance in the mirror and the party will look twice as big." Truer words haven’t been spoken, Mr. Elbogen. Also, I’m pretty excited that it’s Saturday and somehow have tomorrow off.
Today, I came into work to see my boss cleaning up some mouse droppings and ruined food stored in her desk. Oh, that awkward moment when I say I want to catch and keep it and she informs me an exterminator’s already been called. Boo.