Aspen

Jul 23rd, 2008 4:47:54 am - Subscribe
Mood: fatigued

I pwned 14 rooms today. Granted two DND stayovers. Textspeak is still new to me.

Work, loneliness, alcohol, casual sex, scorn, longing, numbness. It appears my summer is a series of Modest Mouse lyrics.

I'm not complaining.

I don't hate my job. I don't hate this town. New Family is growing on me. Relationship with Jeremy seems salvageable.

There are certain things out of my control. Certain people I wish I'd never met. I'm not sure if I care for this contentment.

I just have to play it off as though I do.

I met a girl at the smoke shop today. I complimented her rainbow necklace; she returned the favor by acknowledging my entire outfit. I told it was compensation for my lacking in personality.

Modesty isn't so much a new hat for me, however; tis a different type of humbleness that compels me, recently.

Some lady at work told me I was hauling ass with my rooms and compared me to another lady who is particularly speedy. Instead of sheepishly denying it or saying "no kidding, I was really fast today" I simply said, "I had a lot of singles."

She didn't know how to reply. I guess that was the response I was shooting for. I see people fishing every day. Jumping up and down screaming for compliments. This behavior disgusts me and I'm going to try and steer clear of such conduct.

I'm going to keep a journal of Sharon's complaints. More like a spreadsheet. It's the same stuff over and over. Medical problems, car problems, financial problems, double rooms, lack of appreciation, REPEAT.

A spreadsheet would be so funny.

I need to go on a diet, starting now.

Sleep.

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