"Hope on. Journey on.
Honestly acknowledge your questions and your concerns,
but first and forever
fan the flame of your faith,
because all things are possible
to them that believe."
Drew finally came home yesterday, after deserting me*. Which means I was actually able to get a good night's sleep for the first time in FOREVER.**
It's kind of pathetic, really. I used to sleep alone every single night of my life and everything went fine. Now I have to wear one of Drew's shirts and leave lights on, and not even that works.
Before Drew happened, I planned on living all alone in a classy studio apartment...in New York, or somewhere else edgy, until I was at least 28. When I think about that now, I just laugh.
Oh, and I didn't end up getting that promotion, in case anyone cares. I took it harder than I should have, mostly because the news came on the week of the month where I'm incapable of handling most anything emotionally. You know.
Seriously. It was so dramatic. The only thing I can compare it to is the feeling of getting dumped. Where you feel sad and heavy and sorry for yourself all day long. And you might be able to take your mind off of it here and there, but then you remember. And it's like you just heard the news for the first time all over again. And you can't stop talking about it to everyone and anyone who gives you eye contact. This can go on for any number of days. And did. But I'm better now.
If you're like me, and your guilty pleasure is acoustic guitar, poetic lyrics and haunting melodies, you should really listen to this guy. He just released a new album, and I'm obsessed. It's the perfect rainy day music, but I listen to it every other day too. It makes Drew want to fall asleep.
I'm getting seriously annoyed with being a grown-up in the Summertime. In any other season, it's still generally bothersome, but not nearly to this degree. I need outdoor adventures involving tan lines, swim suits, sunglasses, questionably-colored lake water, boat fuel, and not wearing pants! Don't you understand? But I'm just sitting in a chair. In jeans!
*going on a business trip
**meaning two whole entire days
Drew finally came home yesterday, after deserting me*. Which means I was actually able to get a good night's sleep for the first time in FOREVER.**It's kind of pathetic, really. I used to sleep alone every single night of my life and everything went fine. Now I have to wear one of Drew's shirts and leave lights on, and not even that works.
Before Drew happened, I planned on living all alone in a classy studio apartment...in New York, or somewhere else edgy, until I was at least 28. When I think about that now, I just laugh.
Oh, and I didn't end up getting that promotion, in case anyone cares. I took it harder than I should have, mostly because the news came on the week of the month where I'm incapable of handling most anything emotionally. You know.
Seriously. It was so dramatic. The only thing I can compare it to is the feeling of getting dumped. Where you feel sad and heavy and sorry for yourself all day long. And you might be able to take your mind off of it here and there, but then you remember. And it's like you just heard the news for the first time all over again. And you can't stop talking about it to everyone and anyone who gives you eye contact. This can go on for any number of days. And did. But I'm better now.
If you're like me, and your guilty pleasure is acoustic guitar, poetic lyrics and haunting melodies, you should really listen to this guy. He just released a new album, and I'm obsessed. It's the perfect rainy day music, but I listen to it every other day too. It makes Drew want to fall asleep.
I'm getting seriously annoyed with being a grown-up in the Summertime. In any other season, it's still generally bothersome, but not nearly to this degree. I need outdoor adventures involving tan lines, swim suits, sunglasses, questionably-colored lake water, boat fuel, and not wearing pants! Don't you understand? But I'm just sitting in a chair. In jeans!
*going on a business trip
**meaning two whole entire days




