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Dave Eggers, Electric Works
This is just too damn good since my life was threatened over the weekend.
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Starbucks Soap Box
Is it bad that I just listened in on a whole counseling conversation at Starbucks? I didn’t mean to they were very close and overly loud. All I know is kids girlfriend is a psycho path who he may or may not string along till her demise..depending upon of course if she admits he is right and “stops being so damn emotional.” Good luck with that bud! Girls admitting their wrong? Some fairy tale your living in. Looks like shes got herself a keeper haha.
How the worst blowjob of my life felt like. - Imgur..It just happen to be last week.
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This is so freaking true.
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Dreams can be so alarming
I know that certain dreams can be explained by what you’ve recently seen on tv moments before you pass out and other are just random components and feelings you have deep down that spiral into an uncontrollable mess of open interpretation. I was watching very briefly NCIS before passing out on a warmly wrapped air matress my dear friend chelsea was so happy to provide me with.
In this dream I was sitting on the couch with Gibbs from NCIS, my sister and her best friend who were texting while both Gibbs and us were looking at footage of parents who may or may not have been abusing their child. Guess this was a NCIS SVU mix up. My sister and her friend were asked to leave and Gibbs was telling me how I failed my mission b/c without my sister behind the scence I would not thrive. He then vanished like he was a ghost and I was in Chelseas house downstairs which in my dream was the parents house I was following. A kid came around the corner could not have been more than three years old. He was crying, covered in blood and smelled of throw up. I carried him up the stairs retrieved my things from all the places they really were located in her house before I went to sleep and carried him out the door. As heroic as it sounds I keep thinking I could have gotten the child out of the house and out of arms way sooner if I would’ve said fuck it to the meaningless stuff I could easily replace like a bookbag among other items.
I don’t really know what to make of this instance. I know some dreams can never fully be determined of their value. Maybe in order to turn my life around I must not hesitate on dropping the things that aren’t as important and instead stand up to be the person Agent Gibbs knows I truly am capable of becoming?
#dreammindfuck #whothehellthinksthismuch #isthatchildme?
I hear the critisism loud and clear,
that is how I know that the time is near,
See we become alive in a time of fear,
And I ain’t got no motherfucking time to spare.
Poor me to me, poor.
All this time while in school, would come up with some kind of excuse as to why I didn’t do well or why my actions were someone else’s fault, and never mine. Last semester taking 6 classes would’ve gone swimmingly had I taken the time to reallistically set up my classes at times I could actually wake up for and go to the class. While a bunch of crisisi’s did occur that no matter how I look at it would’ve in some way deferred me from my studies. I more than likely would’ve at least passed the classes and recieved my degree like I told my parents I was going to.
But, no. I instead, knowing the condition of my academics pretended to act like I was surprised when I didn’t pass all my classes and go through with walking like everything was peachy keen. 4.5 years and over $100,000 down the toilet.
I was so depressed, that I even waited till the very last 4 days to tell my parents that I need to take more classes and I only had those few days to pack my stuff, go back to school, get signed and turn in a bunch of forms and find a job and apartment to support myself this very last semester.
I thought, once again I have just barely saved myself from a disaster. I got down here to school last week. I still haven’t found a job even though I assured my mom I already had one. I am bouncing from friend place to friend place to sleep. However, I feel bad asking people to stay there and hate that I feel the need to continually lie to my colleagues about how I am only here to help out a teacher or work in hburg. I find it flattering that people think I am above working in harrisonburg however, it’s also a stab in the chest knowing that I am without a degree but constantly having to tell people I got it out of embarassment.
Now a week later, with no job, no housing, and $15 to my name I sit in the library on campus catching up on reading for tomorrows class, unknowing of where I may end up sleeping tonight or if this will actually work out in the end. I never appreciated having a place to stay or even eating meals on the regular to this point in time.
All I have now is the clothes on my back, a small bookbag and a car parked outside the first place I stayed over the past week. That is, if it has not been towed away quite yet. And of course my very own copy of John Stubbs Bio of John Donne: The Reformed Soul. 70 pages in and 100 to read before class tomorrow at 9:30 are my escape from reality at the moment. Just hoping I can continue to read this book and not have to rip the pages out of it anytime soon in an effort to keep myself warm.
-From the library of JMU #hopeitgetsbetter #thankyoufriends #Ineedyounow
What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger…
“I know you don’t just say it to anyone, I don’t either. Not even usually to friends. Not even as a joke. And I will never, ever take it for granted, or you for that matter. I love you beyond reason. All this time you have been saying that I am what you needed. If you knew the lengths of stress and depression I was in earlier this year alone. You would know that you were what I needed. Everyone can see that I am happy, not like before either. Genuinely happy. Lucky is an understatement, there is not enough luck or words to tell you exactly how I feel but I am sure as hell gonna try each day. Reading your texts this morning. I literally belted out loud “I have the most amazing life,” and I do. K2 I love you. And as far as I can tell I never won’t.”
1 month later broke up w/ me on facebook message w/ no reason given.
#finallyoveryou #donewithgaysians #bahhhhumbugg
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