I should be over all the butterflies...

Not Alone

Hearing everyone else in the locker room complain about having to be at work so early makes me feel better about being at work so early because it tells me I am not alone and that's important.

Lately I've thought

Stuggle

"But the thing is, you can’t really get it wrong. Struggle isn’t the same thing as failure, and not having everything (or anything) figured out isn’t a mandate on who you are as a person. After some or a lot of slogging, you’ll get something to do. You will have a place to live and stuff to fill it with, and you will find the people who make you feel like the best version of yourself. You can carve out your own spaces and take big chances even when you have dental bills to pay."

The throbbing ache that is currently consuming both my entire legs is drowning out my ability to be positive. This two jobs, full shifts, same day thing is going to make me physically sick. I need more cuddles to help my immune system so I don't catch the flu. Or just a decent job where I can sit.

Not that I'd know, but...

...that feeling you get when you sink into your mattress after a 16 hour work day, that relief you get, right before your throbbing feet and aching knees make their displeasure known, because you can finally rest for a little while, that feeling? There's no way an orgasm feels as good as that.

I'm not picky

Except when I am. I am strangely picky. For example, I love eating plain milk chocolate Hershey bars, but it's got to be  regular, not king size or family size, just plain ol' tiny Hershey's bar. When the pieces are big it's harder to snap them along the lines and if you don't snap then along the lines, well, then it's just not worth eating.