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Aug. 16th, 2007 09:56 pmThe Honey sent me roses. I am sobbing.
Aug. 16th, 2007
emoting, move along
Aug. 16th, 2007 10:48 pmThis has been the perfect week to describe why I don't want to live alone. I really like having someone around that I can hang out with and ideally cuddle with. *Note; Newman O's vanilla are much better than Golden Oreos* I'm not even talking post sex cuddling. Just the type of cuddling you can do with anyone you're close to. Kids, dogs, family, friends who don't mind being touched. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
niveus_tigris you are especially good at this. Thank you for that. Kids are kinda sticky. I mean you usually end up giving more than you get given that you have to take care of them and all. makes me wonder if being a parent isn't like constantly functioning at a deficit because their needs are more important that yours forever. I don't know. maybe its different if you have your own kids. I have know people like that though. Being a parent was not good for them.
Two weekends ago emotional unrest was the theme. Not much physical closeness allowed for in that. This weekend past, in-laws were in town. No physical closeness allowed there. Until yesterday I was under the impression that I was not going to see the Honey again until a week from Sunday. Not so good with the dealing there. Panic would able a good way to describe it. However, he is not leaving again until Wed so that is good. Poor thing won't be home again until after Labor Day tho.
Overly emotional, hormonal(one is likely reliant on the other here), wondering if I'll get cramps tomorrow or Sat. Either way its a day at work, standing for 8 hours. So here I sit, waiting for GG to update, eating golden oreos dunked in milk. Alcohol is a depressant people. It stays a depressant until it is out of your system. Don't drink at work where you have distractions if you don't have distractions at home. Oh, its days like these that I wish I played video games. *Aside; Yes I was getting paid to drink at work. We had a distributor come in and taste wines with us. 5 wines added up to more than a full glass, probably close to two, on a empty stomach.*
This reads much more coherently than I thought it would as it was coming out. I can't tell if that is sad, or an interesting commentary on how my brain organizes information. Possibly both.
Rather then wine I got sent home with several pounds of cheese today. I made the mistake of sharing the fact that my weakness is cheese with my manager. His weakness is apparently sweets so I can get him back, just not tonight. He went over to the cheese store and came back with cheese of several different varieties. One is an 11 year old Cheddar. Guh. I didn't open it for fear of eating the whole thing myself. So what did I do? I had a mini baguette with about a third of a package of boursin and milk and cookies for dinner.
Sobbing is not a good way to make your head stop hurting. Fuck it. I have to be at work at noon and I have things to get done tomorrow. Sleep claim me quickly.
niveus_tigris you are especially good at this. Thank you for that. Kids are kinda sticky. I mean you usually end up giving more than you get given that you have to take care of them and all. makes me wonder if being a parent isn't like constantly functioning at a deficit because their needs are more important that yours forever. I don't know. maybe its different if you have your own kids. I have know people like that though. Being a parent was not good for them.Two weekends ago emotional unrest was the theme. Not much physical closeness allowed for in that. This weekend past, in-laws were in town. No physical closeness allowed there. Until yesterday I was under the impression that I was not going to see the Honey again until a week from Sunday. Not so good with the dealing there. Panic would able a good way to describe it. However, he is not leaving again until Wed so that is good. Poor thing won't be home again until after Labor Day tho.
Overly emotional, hormonal(one is likely reliant on the other here), wondering if I'll get cramps tomorrow or Sat. Either way its a day at work, standing for 8 hours. So here I sit, waiting for GG to update, eating golden oreos dunked in milk. Alcohol is a depressant people. It stays a depressant until it is out of your system. Don't drink at work where you have distractions if you don't have distractions at home. Oh, its days like these that I wish I played video games. *Aside; Yes I was getting paid to drink at work. We had a distributor come in and taste wines with us. 5 wines added up to more than a full glass, probably close to two, on a empty stomach.*
This reads much more coherently than I thought it would as it was coming out. I can't tell if that is sad, or an interesting commentary on how my brain organizes information. Possibly both.
Rather then wine I got sent home with several pounds of cheese today. I made the mistake of sharing the fact that my weakness is cheese with my manager. His weakness is apparently sweets so I can get him back, just not tonight. He went over to the cheese store and came back with cheese of several different varieties. One is an 11 year old Cheddar. Guh. I didn't open it for fear of eating the whole thing myself. So what did I do? I had a mini baguette with about a third of a package of boursin and milk and cookies for dinner.
Sobbing is not a good way to make your head stop hurting. Fuck it. I have to be at work at noon and I have things to get done tomorrow. Sleep claim me quickly.