circus priori

what does it mean to bust your ass on your day off, enjoy it even, work a double, do 2 shifts straight, with no complaints, enjoying your day but working hard...working 6/7 of a week..what does it mean?

big paychecks.

big paychecks won't give me a hug and a kiss when i get home. big paychecks don't give me a reason to

all i really wanted after all of todays craziness and my fortitude at work (see: complete awesomeness) all i wanted was to have someone to come home to. if i had to be grinding away in a monkey machine, the best thing to make it all worth it would be ...

siiigh. im a cocky person, though i prefer to think of it as confidence that perhaps boils over from time to time, but im not worthless. im quite something, whatever it is.

and whatever it is that i am, unique or run of the mill, im sitting here with no one else. whats it take, really? i know im crazy. thats probably it. i imagine happiness and true love and other fanciful tunes sung by the hopelessly romantic. what do i know? i know im sitting here alone, smelling like 12 hours of cooking. i wouldn't mind if she smelled like 12 hours of ditch digging. 1 is certainly a lame number. 2 is much better.

more than two is just frosting, :D

ok time for bed, as im out of my second choice for a good evening. speaking of which, it helps me rest rather well and it certainly keeps me in a good mood, specially when i work so much, so far away from friends. my third choice would be at least to take a shower. too late for that now, everyones asleep. the prospect of getting my own place is sounding better n better with every passing moment.

did you know that almost no one looks me straight in the eye? how odd. i look everyone straight in the eye. i heard for the umpteenth time that my eyes looked yellow the other night. regarding a dream i had about such subject, its rather....wacky? they don't look yellow to me, must have been the light. they still look like eyeball explosions to me. goodnite, internet. perhaps.