Sometimes I have so much I want to share and write about that I don't say anything at all. The only purpose of this blog is for me to share random flashes of my inner landscape. It shouldn't matter who witnesses these very intimate tiny portraits of an addict's mind and heart. And somehow it does...anybody who writes will tell you how much it means to have an audience - somebody to witness your flashes. Just for today, I am going to put that aside and just share. And each day I can do that...well, fabulous.
There's something about great cities like New York and Bombay - the people who live there love them with every inch of their hearts and will duel you to the ground if you criticize their cities. Personally, I don't trust people who don't like [if not love] New York or Bombay. There was a time when I used to think loving New York City meant hating everything that was not New York. Now I appreciate my trips to "other" places but am always happy to come back home.
There was also a time when I didn't trust people who didn't drink - we've come a long, long way from there.
As I'm studying competency-based interviewing, I keep getting PTSD style flashbacks about my job history. I feel like a sham.
Just because I have a cute dog, doesn't mean I want to talk to you on the streets, bitch. Somebody please make me that t-shirt for my birthday. I will wear it on days that Ari looks outrageously handsome and giggly little sluts swoon and slobber all over him.
Nobody has ever really written anything for me or created something inspired by me. The closest I've come to receiving that is the many handmade cards my sister gifted me while we were growing up.
My posts are so fragmented and almost ADD that I don't know what labels to give them. Speaking of ADD, I miss Robby and our conversations with the branches and me bringing us back to the core.
There's something about great cities like New York and Bombay - the people who live there love them with every inch of their hearts and will duel you to the ground if you criticize their cities. Personally, I don't trust people who don't like [if not love] New York or Bombay. There was a time when I used to think loving New York City meant hating everything that was not New York. Now I appreciate my trips to "other" places but am always happy to come back home.
There was also a time when I didn't trust people who didn't drink - we've come a long, long way from there.
As I'm studying competency-based interviewing, I keep getting PTSD style flashbacks about my job history. I feel like a sham.
Just because I have a cute dog, doesn't mean I want to talk to you on the streets, bitch. Somebody please make me that t-shirt for my birthday. I will wear it on days that Ari looks outrageously handsome and giggly little sluts swoon and slobber all over him.
Nobody has ever really written anything for me or created something inspired by me. The closest I've come to receiving that is the many handmade cards my sister gifted me while we were growing up.
My posts are so fragmented and almost ADD that I don't know what labels to give them. Speaking of ADD, I miss Robby and our conversations with the branches and me bringing us back to the core.
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