Okay, it's Tuesday. I managed to go home and do laundry last night. That was oh so very exciting. I got it all done though....well, 'cept for towels. I had three HUGE loads and the towels just would have made another load. Didn't need that. I have plenty of towels to last me 'til the next time I decide to do laundry, in about two or three weeks. I have TONS of clothes, I don't know where they all came from 'cause I haven't bought clothes in ages. I hate clothes shopping.... I hate shopping. Oh yea, duh...my lovely friend Lisa. She's a shop-a-holic, loves to keep up with trends... She's got great taste. She'll tire of some of her older stuff it ends up in her endless pile of give-aways. Then I'm the lucky benefactor. Thanks Lisa! Now be careful with that credit card...
Anyway, laundry got done, pet chores got done...I'm a terrible neat freak...had to make sure everything was straightened up before I could relax. I sometimes hate that about myself. I wish I could just let things go, especially during the week. But no, I have to clean. Well, at least it leaves the weekends mostly free to do what I want...which is usually nothing because I'm fucking broke. Things will get better one day though, right? Yes, of course. Just keep doing what I'm doing even though it sometimes bores me to death.
I'm going through that phase again at the moment...the one where I just feel like fucking everything off and running away. It's very silly, I know. I'm just....bored. I wanna go somewhere beautiful, somewhere I've never been before. I wanna do something I've never done before. I wanna put my fears aside and just run. Last week I hadn't had much of a chance to jog and shit just built up inside me. No, not THAT shit... Other shit...daily irritations that really shouldn't bother me. Every now and again, no matter how well my life is going at the time, I feel like I wanna just BREAK something, kick someone, throw a fit. I don't know what it is...I feel trapped. Like I gotta get OUTTA HERE.
I guess that's what this online diary is for. I can join the masses and write a buncha bullshit online. Have a buncha strangers read it. How fucking COOL is that? Maybe it'll help some, I dunno. We'll see. But I still have that trapped feeling. Like I'm bored with life and I'm too scared to take a risk and DO something about it. Sometimes ya just gotta say fuck it. Uh-huh, I know. FUCK IT.
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