The write in white thread

What a fucking feasco the last two days have been. I'm glad they are over...:(
 
I'm putting this here because I don't know where else to put it. I admit that I'm lost. I admit that I'm riding some odd rollercoaster of emotions lately. I admit that I am probably not handling it very well. I admit that I wish I could fix it.

I can only say that I am who I am. I'm often so tired I cry myself to sleep. I have sex a lot because it makes me feel. I verbalize my emotions because I have learned that if I keep it inside it will just fester and I will take it out on other parts of my life.

My kids are getting older and doing their own thing. My parents are failing in ways that I'm not prepared for. My job is just so great and so bad at the same time. My best friends are either sick or struggling with things so huge that my piddly little problems mean nothing in the scheme of things.

I sometimes wish that I was more even-keeled. That I wasn't so passionate about everything. That I maybe wasn't so honest. Life would simply be more...simple. But let's face it, that's not who I am. Would you like me as much if it was?

I realize you didn't mean to hurt me with what you said tonight but it hurt all the same.
 
I want to hug you ... real tight ... and I want to sit on your sofa and eat nachos and drink water and watch stupid movies and let you destress and unwind .... I want to eat sushi with you .... and tell you how awesome and wonderful and amazing I think you are.

Because you are my friend. Because I love you. Because you are YOU ... and I, personally, wouldn't have you any other way.

Okay ... maybe I'd have you put the Ziplock bags on a lower shelf in the kitchen ...

But that's the only thing different I'd want about you .....
 
I love and adore you, thank you. I am so sorry that the Ziploc's are so high. I had to put them up there because the short people kept stealing them for their games. And the kids had problems too! ;) :D

I am too stressed, everyone around me knows it and I am just counting down the hours until my almost 2 weeks off work. I have nothing planned but sleeping late, being lazy and maybe putting on pants, or maybe not.

I wish you were coming up here to spend some of that time with me. I don't know what it is I need lately but I know it's not being alone.
 
I wish I could come up too!!! I would love to be there for you ... to help you .... 9 months though .... I'm already counting the days ... Hang on my Amazon friend!!

If you REALLY, TRULY need me .... I will be there. Okay? Okay.

Oh ... and ... Down With Pants!

:D


 
DOWN WITH PANTS!!! Who needs 'em? Not me! Not you! Down with pants!

whoohooo, 9 months and we can terrorize those cute firemen again! :D
 
I'm going to make up signs ..... Carry them around ..... we can be Occupy Pants demonstrators ..... :D

Ooohhhhh ..... firemen ..... :D
 
I'm down with pants, too. I wore a pair (AND A SUIT!) to a wedding last weekend. I felt like a kid in church. I couldn't wait to get out of them. But my shoes....I love my shoes. They're a pair of black penny loafers that I've had for about 15 years. Really soft leather and I have them resoled whenever they need to be.
 
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