ABSTRUSIONS: A Bohemian hangout.

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Monday with thunderstorms...yuck.

 

[TxRad]

Monday with thunderstorms...yuck.

That's Moanday, Dear.

 

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My life is getting too dramatic, teenagers suck.

 

[Gi_Venus]

My life is getting too dramatic, teenagers suck.

*warm hug* Heck I did not like being a teenager.

 

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*warm hug* Heck I did not like being a teenager.

god, its drama that I don't need right now, apparently my son has a gf, I'm not supposed to know about it, this was a girl, who was dating his best friend, whom I took in off the street for a day, who thought I was a personal taxi....keep in mind....I've watched this kid grow up. She's 18, no job, no house...and NOT moving in here.

 

[TxRad]

god, its drama that I don't need right now, apparently my son has a gf, I'm not supposed to know about it, this was a girl, who was dating his best friend, whom I took in off the street for a day, who thought I was a personal taxi....keep in mind....I've watched this kid grow up. She's 18, no job, no house...and NOT moving in here.

They are so cute when they are that age. Not!

If you are 18 and don't have a job, you ain't staying here, my kid or not. The same applies to their friends.

At least it's a girl friend.

 

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I hate disturbing dreams.
Need coffee and an interpreter.

 

[Gi_Venus]

I hate disturbing dreams.
Need coffee and an interpreter.

*hugs*

 

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No rest for the Wicked.

 

[_Lynn_]

*yawn*

Caffeine. Lots of it.

There must be a way to get some decent sleep.

 

[TxRad]

*yawn*

Caffeine. Lots of it.

There must be a way to get some decent sleep.

There is but before hand you need massive doses of sex.

Sweet dreams.

 

[_Lynn_]

There is but before hand you need massive doses of sex.

Sweet dreams.

Like I can ever expect that again.

 

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I wish I had the energy to drink or give a damn.

 

[ABSTRUSE]

can't sleep and I want coffee.

 

[The_Fool]

can't sleep and I want coffee.

Yep...

 

[ABSTRUSE]

Yep...

you too, huh?

 

[The_Fool]

you too, huh?

Work. Last night I got to bed at 3 am. Tonight. Soon, I think. I need a vacation.

 

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Work. Last night I got to bed at 3 am. Tonight. Soon, I think. I need a vacation.

I hear ya...I need an escape. Someplace with good coffee and a place to read.

 

[Nirvanadragones]

Last time I checked my NoB was the perfect place for escape, to read, and for good coffee.

 

[The_Fool]

I hear ya...I need an escape. Someplace with good coffee and a place to read.

Even the reading suffers. My palate has become jaded. Sometimes I tell myself to write my own stories. But life and laziness compete for my attention.

But there is never a substitute for good coffee. That first cup from a fresh pot. Strong. Bitter. Hot. Nearly scalding your tongue, but reminding you that you are alive.

Read your post on about wondering if it's worth it. It's not. But we are too stubborn, too blind, too optimistic to see that it is not. I thought about blurting about it, but too tired to think of words that matter. Not that they ever do. Except in passing.

Snapshot to happiness. Focus on the moment and let the drudgery slip away. That frozen moment in time when everyone smiles. But don't listen to me, I've lost my focus. Spend too much time rubbing tired eyes and sighing.

Maybe I just need to focus on my picture album.

 

[ABSTRUSE]

Last time I checked my NoB was the perfect place for escape, to read, and for good coffee.

thanks, but that's your space, I have the office.

 

[Nirvanadragones]

thanks, but that's your space, I have the office.

If it's my space, then I can give it to whomever I want to, right? So go there. Rest. We won't bother you.

 

[ABSTRUSE]

If it's my space, then I can give it to whomever I want to, right? So go there. Rest. We won't bother you.

Can't rest...but thank you anyway.

 

[ABSTRUSE]

Making obviously needed coffee.

 

[ABSTRUSE]

Even the reading suffers. My palate has become jaded. Sometimes I tell myself to write my own stories. But life and laziness compete for my attention.

But there is never a substitute for good coffee. That first cup from a fresh pot. Strong. Bitter. Hot. Nearly scalding your tongue, but reminding you that you are alive.

Read your post on about wondering if it's worth it. It's not. But we are too stubborn, too blind, too optimistic to see that it is not. I thought about blurting about it, but too tired to think of words that matter. Not that they ever do. Except in passing.

Snapshot to happiness. Focus on the moment and let the drudgery slip away. That frozen moment in time when everyone smiles. But don't listen to me, I've lost my focus. Spend too much time rubbing tired eyes and sighing.

Maybe I just need to focus on my picture album.

I adore you.