I’m too tired to rehash the same bullshit from my past. It’s really getting old, boring and exhausting. I need to start thinking forward and take action. Action speaks louder than words. If I’m going to change my life for the better, then I need to do something about it instead of talking about it so much.
Oh my godddddddddddd, back at the office it's soooooo quietttttttttt yet there's all these people sitting in such close proximity. Why didn't I notice how weird this was. I want to run naked down the hallway. Make it stopppppp
I never leave my house these days without wearing a ball cap and shades. I’d like to just keep growing my beard until no one recognizes me anymore.
I have run out of online shows to watch. Now I am left with a desperate kind of craving to fill that void. I need new stories to consume. Please feed me.
It was short lived, none the less, it was still an affair.
She said it was a desperate attempt to get me to notice her.
We did stay together, but it was never the same. The affront was to much. Some time has passed since then and only now do I realize – looking back, at that time I was ignorant and very selfish. I was there physically but She was alone. She was alone, lonely, and She was very, very desperate. Desperate enough to have an affair. An irrational desperate act by a very desperate person. And now, when I look back, for some reason I feel that I should apologize.
I'm a grown man, but I always tear up when I watch Anne of Green Gables.
I work as a graphic designer and the most curious Photoshop job that I did involved removing a certain repeated phone number from an adulterer's cellphone bill.
I can’t taste a thing. It’s wild. Can’t smell either. It’s like chewing goji berries and eating sour cream but different. I know this is merely a covid novelty - but do the senses come back? Online I read maybe 4-6 weeks. I suppose it’s a great time to go on a diet. Perhaps this is a sneak peak to what my taste buds will be like in my senior years. Coffee has no flavour but the warmth and the mouth feel of it are still satisfying. I hear people recover with souvenirs from covid. Extreme aversions to meat, strong scents, caffeine… It’s almost like being bitten by a radioactive mosquito where a strange super power you never even knew you had is taken away from you. I’m curious and afraid what I will recover with. I hope I don’t lose coffee.
I went off weed edibles for a month so that I could clear my head. Now, I’m back on just to see how my mind works again. Only this time I won’t over indulge like I used to. I think once a week would be better rather than every day.
I work in healthcare on the DTE and the pandemic was stressful. We all wore our masks and we had a few outbreaks here and there. Six of my coworkers have it and they are really sick, not just an Omicron cold. One is in the hospital. The clients are sick and my manager is off because his whole family has it. And many of the staff refuse to wear masks because they say it’s over, but everyone is getting sick. It’s worse than during the pandemic. So strange.