Physically, im exhausted and mentally, Im annoyed...at people in general. Working retail during the Christmas season is a lesson is social pyschology; people are not nice the closer it is to the holidays. At least Im seeing a downward spiral in general politeness and respect towards others. My response is an internal emotional death. I have no life, save for my physical machine. Its sad, but its my response to high levels of stress and tension and greedy grouch in the others.
once again my fingers are frozen as i type. it seems that if i dont use them they lose blood and go cold
what else. my eyes start to cry and my noses runs. I have body leaks. No control. Im not sad nor sick. I'm leaking. At night to sleep i have to drink a little bit and it takes the pain away from my aches. My feet my back suffer from a epidemic of poverty brought on by higher education.
I dont want to be cranky anymore.
I want to tell Grod that he is LEGEN....wait for it....DAIRY. I mean that.
I havent taken a picture of my hairy legs yet, I'm sorry. But trust me...they are only getting hairier. I dont shave anymore. I did once for the christmas party and i made one razor be dead; died, done.
Thats my life. Its endless working and disappointment in restaurants.
ps. this man at borders told me i look like a botticelli painting, so i thought i'd let you decide...oh and i picked the most appropriate painting. the virgin mary/allysin
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he was right. you look like the virgin mary. spot on. botticelli remembers your angelic ways well. ekli forgot to put the little halo over your head when she painted you green virgin mary style, but i can add it in if i find the painting and some gold paint.
iam also exhausted poule. though maybe in a different way. for the past wekk and half, i was working daytime and then getting home and working on paper and then sometimes having to work at nighttime, and never feeling like there was enough time in the world to get anything accomplished. but i finally finished paper. and i don't have to fret anymore hopefully. though i DID only have two hours of sleep the day before yesterday. and i DID fall asleep in mid-sentence while talking to Johannes last night. he kept waking me up to talk to me, and i felt bad.
i hope you get a body massage. just think bout tea, warm tea. oh remember that really good chamomille tea we used to have in the round plastic container? that was so good.
love,
poule
thanks poule. I think it does look like me. Which is strange.
I am super exhausted too poule. I called into work today and sed I no go because personal reasons. I need break. All work and no fun make me constipated.
I need a massage. I'll have to wait until January 6th. Geraud and allysin reunion in England!
I miss tea sipping and burning tongues. HOT!
Oh Paris. Those were fun times
I am moste sorry for the awolness. I have been avoiding the living part of life for lately (and have had my nose stuck in books for the most part.)
I also miss the Paris days...also the New Orleans days, where days were longer and it was warmer. I can't wait for summer to come. At least the holidays are over now, and you made you some money, right poule?
I miss those days of lounging and feeling good. Paris was a lovely feast.
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i'm still up for the P tattoo if you are
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