Confessions

[judecorp]

I have two confessions to make. I'll start with the positive one first. It's the holiday season, after all.

1. While I am normally an avid snow-hater, I am enjoying today. I became an exceptionally avid snow-hater when I lived in Maine, but living in Cow Town has been good for a new, amicable relationship with snow. Why? Because it doesn't usually snow very much. This morning we were graced with some flurries that had left about half an inch of snow on everything. It was pretty and white without being a nuisance. On top of that, my road is less traveled so I was able to do a little skidding on my street (I love that!). On top of THAT, Jennifer cleaned off my car for me. Quel surprise! So, yeah. I confess. It's been flurrying on and off all day and I really like it.

2. I've been in one of those moods where you're trying /so/ /hard/ to be happy that when something a little 'off' happens, it breaks you and you're totally distraught. Like it shatters your thinly crafted bubble of composure. I don't know if it's because of the holidays or hormones or work or what, but I've been concentrating SO HARD on being happy and bouncy and joyous and positive and upbeat, when in actuality, I guess I'm not. At all. Every night this week, I've gone to bed upset about some thing or another, even though my mind knows the things haven't been so earth-shattering. Yeah. I think I need a shrink.

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I've been trying so hard to be everyone's Joyous Little Elf, and then I come home and I'm just so on edge and drained. I have so much to do. I don't know where the money's going to come from. I'm telling people I will do things and then not being able to follow through. Add to that the fact that I have 476876936438754 holiday-type things to do this weekend /and/ I also happen to be On Call. Please pray/light candles/do whatever that there will be NO PLACEMENTS this weekend. Please, people, KEEP YOUR KIDS UNTIL MONDAY. Thank you.

So, umm, yeah. To recap:
1. Snow = pretty
2. Jennifer = pretty
3. Me = neurotic mess
4. Holidays = rushed
5. Time = not enough
6. Sex = DEAR GODS YES PLEASE

I need to get drunk, but alas, On Call. Phooey. Tonight: J-Doh's party. Tomorrow: crena and the kids during the day, laserkitty and thinksnow at night. Sunday: elspazz0 for lunch, holiday shopping for The Girl, collapse and die.

Comments

[elspazz0.livejournal.com]

aaagh! please dont eat me for lunch on Sunday! nooo

[elspazz0.livejournal.com]

i just tried to burp into your voice mail and it totally didnt work and ended up sounding SO DUMB! then the minute i hung up i totally let one fly. LAME

[judecorp.livejournal.com]

You big shnah. Pork it up some more and call back.

[judecorp.livejournal.com]

u r tasty

[elspazz0.livejournal.com]

tee hee! this has a vague cyber-sex feel to it.

"ur 2. want 2 cyber?"

[judecorp.livejournal.com]

a/s/l?

[elspazz0.livejournal.com]

28, f, Columbus.

So - um - you like stuff?

[judecorp.livejournal.com]

and JUNK