I do not feel like wearing makeup today, and I am not doing my hair. It is fluffy, and I enjoy it. I am going to get crack-a-lackin' on this paperwork.
This morning was wonderful. I helped my mother balance herself out, and I connected with God.
Would anyone like to tell me why this happened? Because I can’t tell you. There isn’t even a meaning behind “flesh bomb.” They’re just two random words that came to mind.
I need to find something productive to do with my creative energy…
I haven’t even gotten dressed today.
I am exposing my stomach for the first time, legitimately, in public, and I don't feel bad about it.
I really need to get to work on getting hired somewhere.
I also need to work on getting a tripod. Anyone have a spare?
Well pleased. I just got so many shirts. They all fit like dresses. :}
I need to fill out more job applications. Who wouldn't want to hire me? ...
I really want to work at Chipotle. That way I could Transfer when I go back to California. Lush would be great, too.
Hum... procrastination. Welp, I did enjoy some company tonight. Better try more production tomorrow.
You know that moment where you realize everything you thought you knew was all a lie, and nothing makes sense anymore? Well, there is another moment, and in this moment, I am realizing that everything I thought to be true is, and everything makes perfect sense, and is whole. As more time passes by recently, the more this moment is swallowing me up like Jonah's whale, preparing to spit me out into a better place...
