Why is it that when you think about blogging about a certain topic your brain becomes like diarrhea. Full of ideas and thoughts, but as soon as you wanna start writing it, your brain gets constipated. You like my analogy? I need some Brain Pepto Bismol Tehee
Any who I digress, so this year has been a tad stressful year. Lets see one my roommate is inconsiderate, he eats my food, drinks the water and doesn’t replace or ask. And if he does ask he already eating the food as he asks. I don’t really mind cuz most likely it’s going to go to waste, but at least ask. Now the water thing does boil my blood, he buys gallon bottles to my 32 pack 16oz bottles. Now I love me some cold water so if you take some water out the fridge replace it with some more. I always buy 3 cases so there is water in the pantry. The point is he will that water before drinking his…..cheap ass bastard! Not just that I had to change my door handle to a key one, cuz he has gone into my room to get things with out asking. He went in to get a box of nails I had just bought and got 3 of my movies. Can we say personal space…..now I wouldn’t go into someone’s room and just get things with out asking so now every time I leave the house I lock my room….sad I know.
We’ve had some other issues which I really won’t have to worry about seen I am subleasing my apartment. Now you would think he would try to find someone himself but instead left it up to me, which is find cuz all I’m looking for is someone to take over and pay the rent. Now the problem now is that I have 3 people interested and willing to move in on different dates, the thing is I have no idea where I am going to live. And it’s got me a tad worried and concerned, you would think I would have figured out where I was going to live before trying to move out. But that’s how tired of living there!
Next subject: Work
Well the company I work for has been bought out by another company (duh), and they have shut down both our Dallas and Atlanta office. And they said they are going to lay off about 70% of the company. Which can be a good and bad thing, I’m so ready for a change. After working here for 6 years and busting my butt and having no recognition for all what I do….. It’s getting old! I do a lot of the work and both my supervisor and boss know this, I have printed the reports for an entire month and yet nothing changes. So hopefully when they come around with our severance package I will be one of the lucky once or maybe get a better offer. None the less I’m not stressing about it seen that I have no control over the situation but I am a tad worried about what is going to happen.
Subject número 3: Brad, he just came down to Houston and as much as it was great and all it brings out a lot of emotions. Some good but some not so good. Seen him and being able to hold him and kiss him and all was great, just having him in the same room was good enough for me. But now he is gone and the sadness and loneliness kicks in. Getting in my car has become of a bit of a challenge some what, I turn to the passenger seat and he is not there. Even going to the regular restaurants I normally went to is a tad sad cuz we ate there together . Yeah I know it sounds corny and all but it’s not like we have the advantage of seen each other on a daily basis or even weekly. We have to settle for calls and Skype, which is great and all don’t get me wrong, but it’s not the same thing. I miss him and yet I feel like it’s just becoming the norm for now.
As I met friends now, and try to venture out I still feel like a little kid trapped in a chest, trying to gasp for air. I’ve never been great at juggling people, I try to please everyone, but I always let someone down or I don’t spend as much time with them. It’s not that I don’t want too it’s just the way I am. Although I still talk to them through text and calls its not the same.
I guess right now I feel a little lost, with the way things are going at work, trying to find someone to take my lease and finding a place to live and not to mention missing Brad. Oh and now one of my friends is moving.
Why can’t we go back to when we were little and care free……
