My boss is leaving for more than a week, and we have events and deadlines so closely scheduled to each other that we're finding ourselves a little more harassed than normal.
I would show you my to-do list but I'm lazy to take a picture, plus the lighting isn't so good here in the bedroom.
My to-do listsss (plus notes) are five pages long.
It's daunting. But at the same time I feel thrilled to be given so much to do. Like, hey, people trust me to do this thing, and that's an awesome challenge to have.
I think that's fine, it's normal, and there's nothing to feel threatened about if your partner isn't acting on their attraction. But the thought that one could still categorize people into "relationship material" didn't sit well with her, as if someone was making a mental note who they could date just in case the current boo became an ex.
I'm like, "So what?"
Am I being idealistic here, to the point of being naive? Dense, even? Am I trying so hard to be open minded and accommodating that people begin to question my morals? Hahaha. It's just a little crush~~
My grade school years flashed before my eyes. Those first day highs, new supplies, new and pretty stuff made you want to use them because you wanted to flaunt them.
I knew the equipment and materials weren't the one with problems. Superficial people like me are the problem.
My vintage machine works like a pro trained through the years, and I'm the idiot who doesn't make the most out of that baby.
Not really an issue 'cause I have bewbies (!!!), but man is it so much more expensive to buy a whole wardrobe that fits my new body than to lose weight.
I don't want to hit 25 and feel like I did when I was 21/22. Those years I think I already had my quarter-life crisis. I would want to be over that by the time I actually hit my quarter life, thank you very much.