No More Dreaming Of The Dead

I swear to God, I have the weirdest, most disturbing dreams. It’s so exhausting, I don’t sleep well because of them, and then I have to go through my day with those odd visions in my mind. It’s enough to make a girl cry, honestly!

Never Around

Rainy day again. Rainy MONDAY. And cold. Sweater weather. I like everything but the Monday part.

I want to sleep. Or read a book in my flannel pj’s in bed. Mmmmm. Weekend, come back!

There are odd tensions going around in the office. I’m in a bad mood today. Feel like being left alone, y’know?

Why Does It Always Rain On Me?

Rainy day, and that’s more than OK with me.

I got to work way too early for my liking, and I was exhausted, so after buying my coffee at Tim Hortons I drove to a secluded area of the parking lot, reclined my chair, and slept for 30 minutes. It felt incredible. The noise of the rain pouring on the car was comforting.

Last night was refreshingly amusing. P doesn’t give me butterflies (yet?), but he makes me smile a whole bunch. It’s nice to be chased after, not gonna lie.

Cansada de ser sexy

So, I totally got inspired by CSS for that title.

This guy I know, he doesn’t stop calling me. It’s very random and kind of annoying. I can never really talk to him, nor do I really feel the need to. My friend M was wondering if he was ever going to stop calling, you know, maybe get the picture. Since I don’t really initiate discussion… Yesterday was the first time he hadn’t called in 4 days. Progress!

I just don’t understand why certain people just don’t get a clue.