Horrible selfie with me laying down. But it is accurate in that I’m just a bloated mess that’s blind to the good things in my life.
I still have some humanity left in me.
In such a destroy everything and everyone kind of mood.
Old man with sagging pants. You should know better. And no I didn’t need to see the pale moon cracking over your waist line this early in the morning. 🙅🏾♂️
When I could double fist two bottles of Mountain Dew for breakfast.
As a college retail salesperson, I love the design and value of rolling backpacks for students.
As a commuter, I despise walking behind people with backpacks, their speed, and the extra space that they take.
Left my bag at home in the room today. Blame getting 8 hours of sleep for that. I really don’t need to bring it if I’m not coloring or using my laptop. Effects of last week still lingering in my mind, body, and soul. Still uncomfortable peace in the house with a week before Eric and family visits. Are Cynthia and her mom family enough to be part of the squabbling between me and mom. Or do we pretend that nothing is wrong in order to not worry Eric? With work still smarting that I didn’t get an interview for the Tacoma position. I should send a thank you but would that really do anything. Is there a way for me to rise in this company or should I look elsewhere. A chance to prove myself would be just the thing to distract me and get me out of this funk, even for a little while.