ventichai's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- When it rains, it pours... Lately, I have been feeling like I am on my way to the looney bin. With all the bullshizzle going on, I should be stressed. I should be curled up in the fetal position, under a blanket, in the corner of my room crying. But I'm not. I realize that I should really not stress as much as I do about stupid shit. We waste a lot of valuable time stressing, whining, bitching, and complaining. You follow? So, I'm not. I have been laughing it off. Thing is, I think I am starting to get a little too hysterical. People are starting to stare and talk. Maybe I should be a little less inconspicuous. I am really looking forward to my last days here at ol' Smitty V. I feel like a little kid on Christmas. I'm getting my life back. No longer am I "Me, business manager and professional babysitter to a bunch of incompitant grown up little boys." I think the first thing that I am going to do is join a yoga class. Then maybe take up pottery. With my up and coming court date, I hope I will have the time to work on my portfolio. Its due in just 3 more weeks. But I'm not stressing!!! Well, I need to skeedattle. I have gas and think I may need to take a visit to the little girls room. TMI, sorry. xoxo 5:56 p.m. - 2005-05-13 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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