My therapist told me that I’ve been acting bossy lately. Bossy and judgmental. And you know that’s not a good sign–when your own therapist has to tell you to siddown and shut the fuck up. Honestly, I think this was her way of putting things nicely. “Bossy” and “judgmental” are pretty obvious code words to […]
I wrote the following post back in the beginning of November. It was originally meant for enniyaya and my joint blog at eunicornworld, but I never published it. Instead, I published something else and kept this post as a draft, treating it like some embarrassing piece of trash I was crumpling up and throwing over my shoulder, aiming for that metal-wired trash can that every cliche I’m-so-frustrated-with-my-writing movie/TV scene seems to have. Except that the draft never made it to the trash. I forgot to press delete.
PRO: I’m a half hour to an hour late to work every single day, and I’m never in trouble. CON: The more I realize I can get away with this terrible thing, the more I do it, the more I feel bad that I’m a terrible employee, the more I do it anyway, the more […]
I hate writing about negative topics. I wish I could write about something fun, quirky, and light-hearted. Especially considering the appearance of our eunicornworld blog. Feel like something light-hearted would suit it. But alas, even though I jot down fun ideas to write about for a future post, I always come to the blog with something to complain about. I can’t seem to write in a cheerful tone when I’m not actually feeling it. Guess I’m not good at faking happy. Well, not like I signed up to be an actor anyway. I’m just a writer, in a way, I signed up to being an open book!
Link to the rest of the entry. Message me if you would like the password. Warning, this one is a bit rambly!
It’s the same as the password to the last password protected entry. I think I’ll just keep the same password for all PP entries so that it’s easier for anyone who reads my stuff a lot to open up a protected entry.
For these past few weeks, someone has been “making” some lemonade for the floor and refilling a pitcher of it in the fridge. I was excited to have a glass today, only to realize mid gulp that this “lemonade” tasted like–and is probably just–lemon-flavored Gatorade.
Estoy muy triste.
Having weddings is a great way to force people to listen to a playlist of songs you love and dance to them. K-Pop dance party here I come.
Office drama. I used to get worried that it might happen to me, but now I kind of enjoy it. I guess that’s what happens when your days becomes a cliche of “mundane office life.” There are coworkers and clients I hate for petty reasons, but I relish in this feeling of overblown hatred, because wow, finally something interesting is happening to me.