SEVEN HOURS WASTED.

I do this thing. I've always done it. I'm feeling like I MUST catch the reigns on it soon. Because it's utter bullshite.

So, this morning I had an appointment at 9:45am. That took me to 10:30. I was out of the office before 11am.

My NEXT appointment isn't until 6pm. (At a different office. I got THREE JOBS!)

It's currently almost 4pm as I write this. Now. Ask me what I did all day.

To be fair, I did pop into the office to change my window display from Winter to Spring, took stock of what linens I needed there. I popped into the bank. I came home and put a load of laundry on.

Other than that, I've been sitting here, in my work clothes, surfing, listening to music... and watching the clock. Waiting till it's time to leave for my next appointment.

I have always done this thing. I feel like I can't get into anything at home, because I will miss my next appointment. Even though today, there was SEVEN HOURS between appointments. A seven hour gap with nothing in my dayplanner.

All of my jobs are part time jobs. The thrift store shift now, is routinely 1 to 5. It's a four fucking hour long shift. I sit here ALL MORNING, waiting to get ready for it. Not even kidding.

I have an entire work space to move into my bedroom. (This is a long story for another time.) And I am sitting here. Waiting.

What is UP with that?

The answer could easily be that I put in my dayplanner: "Sew monkeys."

I wonder if it would make a difference?


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Hot Flashes for the Masses.

It cracks my shit up when stuff like this happens. Thanks for the note about your donation.

I was thinking about taking it. Because I FREEZE at night. But then the though of this lady sweating all over it.. Nah.

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Viking Aggression.

So. Netflix has a groovy ass show called The Last Kingdom.. or some shit like that. It's about Vikings. Sexy sexy assed vikings with motherfucking face tattoos, who describe the sex act in words like "Plowing" and "Humping."

These things make my aggressive and somewhat pissed self happy.

Someone had the balls to suggest that I NEEDED Unconditional Love in my life. And I don't know if it's because I watched two episodes of this viking show last night, or if this is pure offense, but MOTHER FUCKER, who says I don't HAVE unconditional love in my life???

Just because my life looks like nothing this person was used to seeing, doesn't mean I'm not well rounded in my own, very unique way.

Fuck that noise.

And fuck this axe that came into the thrift store, that I DIDN'T buy, because the weird grade-2 style skull put me off. WHO am I going to SMITE with that thing? They'll laugh me off the battle field.

Just fuck it.

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