unpickle.

   It fits. 

   

  silly girl. 

  best kid of silly. 

does not want a free boost.

the world's corporations are making me hurl. 

more specifically, the one I work for. the mindless waste of my time becomes more apparent each day I clock in. but i do it. because come on, in this economic climate what else do I do?

alas, that certain corporation I happen to work for somehow believes they are the big time. like a four hour shift could change the world. and missing that four hour shift is the end of the world. 

i messed up and i get that, my vision somehow missed the one o'clock shift i was suppose to work. 

earth shattering. 

life changing. 

shift. 

yeah right. 

and I get more than anyone that not everything in life has to be the most important moment. i get that an insignificant first job years down the road won't matter. 

but for now, it just makes me mad. 

I know I'll never work for some corporation in the future. If I'm lucky, once I quit this job [in two weeks] this will be the last corporation I ever work for. 

maybe not. 

but if I'm lucky....

nothing good happens after two am.

mainly me not being able to breath. which got me thinking, my asthma is probably psychological.

it had been a strange day, and i was feeling bad about certain things.

pity asthma?

maybe.

i feel like i made the wrong choice.

and maybe my body agrees.

my lungs do anyway.

found it, an abundance of it.

seriously though, when did this happen? it kinda freaks me out because it has never been this easy. 

on another note, 

last night my excitement to grow old was affirmed in the form of a flying house. 'nough said. 

on yet another note, my favorite pass time these days is to figure out what i was doing on this day last summer. I recall tomorrow's last summer SO vividly I could almost relive it. which makes me happy. kinda. it also makes me miss things. kinda. all i know for sure is i drew a skeleton a year ago today. not this one, but close.