Outside
Good evening, Logs. Boy, am I cozy in my bed at 10:25 pm. I’ve had an easy day, mostly sleeping and playing my games as always..
I did venture out to join Tom and my Brother in the driveway while we burned dry grass and paper. As we sat and did so, a pretty dog ran up and played hot potato around the group. Sitting in each of our laps before we decided to take it home.
Wise idea to walk on the road barefoot again.. my poor tootsies HURT. At least my hips and knees don’t. I would rather be in mild pain than major in multiple places before my big interview tomorrow.
Since this dog has gotten out before, we knew where to take him. The trip down the road and back took little time, so we finished burning stuff and I headed inside to get all cozy.. Taco Bell. It’s not my first pick of where to apply for a job, but when you get denied everywhere else..
Beggars can’t be choosers. Seeing as it’s a pattern to be rejected, I’ve set up a second interview l8r in the week incase they say I’m not good enough to identify a soft taco from a crunchy one, or whatever the workers do there. I won’t speculate until I need to, because if I can help wondering what Taco Bell is like as a job then I’ll avoid it.
I’m only playing, since I don’t care where I work. As long as I’m paid. Hopefully I can save up for a cute car, one that I will drive far far away and never worry about the silly things I do now. It’s not like I’m stressed, I just don’t like being.. around other people. Around my mother who gets so frantic and my horrible father. I’m okay with Tom and my Brother, but I honestly wish to move away and start over.
Let me go see what the world is about now that I’ve spent 4 years in my dark room picking apart my own brain to assure I know who I am; what ideals I hold and my boundaries. My peculiarities, my rules and how I should manipulate each little piece of myself to achieve a goal. I’m happier than I can say I’ve ever seen anyone with myself — I’m in a loving relationship with my own being and that is perfectly fine, because I’m the one person who won’t nip at my fingers when I try to be so kind..
Goodnight, Logs and nosey readers. I’ve been thinking about not posting to see how it would effect the numbers of views this project I’m one gets.. then I remember how I love to write and it’s important to document your daily excursions to recall on a l8r date, and to look back on when you’ve grown as a person. Heart