You’re Always Just A Few Miles Down As The Streets Count Backwards.
It’s Christmas Eve. I don’t care too much for the holidays, they just make everyone a little on the edge. I originally had an eight in a half hour shift last night, but they needed people to work later, so my eight hours turned into twelve hours. Surprisingly my twelve hour shift passed fairly quickly. Two women told me they loved me for random reasons, I was offered animal crackers by one girl, and if I made a dollar for every comment I got on my hair, I would make more than I do in an hour… After work I picked up my friend and we ventured to the other side of town and talked over some lemon mint. I feel like I’m in high school again. Part of me is totally fine with that, but I mostly hate that huge bout of indecision. I haven’t really been posting regularly, I’ve been phasing in and out about having to write about myself. I want to pull a Chris McCandless. Last Wednesday I had an adventure with my new friend around the city. We ended the night at Safeway with Sourpatch Kids and Pepsi. I felt as if my fortunes from last night had a theme going on.
People who expect nothing will never be disappointed.
Be quicker of mind than of tongue.
You will be successful through innovation and determination.
The newspaper horoscope likes to tell me not to expect anything as well. I don’t expect much in the first place. I guess I’m set.
