Hisashiburi!!!
02-27-04
***If the world would fall apart in a fiction worthy wind, I wouldn't change a thing now that you're here***
Just a quick update since my connection has been restored and I've taken the night off from other more important duties. I had a horrible day at work. Seems to be an ongoing theme in the office lately. It's grown rather monotonous. Day in & day out...ssdd. Work, eat, shit, talk, stay up too late, get very little sleep and back to the beginning. I won't get started on why it was horrible or why most time wasted within those walls is absolutely obnoxious. More specifically, WHO is obnoxious and why. I've had a bad day and even though my head continues to pound at the thought of it, I'm choosing to put it behind me. At least until tomorrow. I thought it wise to come home, put on my comfy sweats and spend the evening dinkin' around on the internet. I ordered a birthday gift for a certain someone, talked to good ol' benny boy for an hour or so, and ran out of new journal updates to read on www.jasonmraz.com. So here we are. I did learn some Japanese though. Thank you Jason. If he's right, the gobbledeegoop above means, "It's been a long time". I found it fitting. Along with my new found bilingual skills, I read up on Mraz's political view. Mainly his arguement for the legalization of same-sex marriage and marijuana. Not to mention his experiences with public restrooms in the vast land of Tokyo. Sounds pointless...but I find his rantings insightful. Shouldn't let him fool you. He's a smart one that Mraz. Not that I'm gonna run out and get hitched to another femme. Not that I'm "smokin' the herb again"...neither of the two have been appealing as of late. And I highly doubt I'll journey over the oceans just to be enlightened by heated toilet seats or temperature adjustable bidets. I'd rather read about it in the comfort of my sweatpants right here where there's little movement and no need for plane rides.
***I'll never act my age...but you can tell by the lines in my smile that I have been around for awhile***
Now, I don't want to go into any of the dramatic details of how it happened or what exactly happened. I think I'm beyond the days of recounting conversations and spilling ALL the damn beans right here on the world wide web. But I think I've finally met my match. I know I know. Here I go again. This is Laura's life. Work and relationships. Men and drama and work and drama and blah blah blahdeeblahblahblah. I know. I swear! If I had the proper resources, I would write a script and make a movie revolving around the stupid things that we do in the office. For example: Natalie's dance with the desk chair, the battle between facial piercings and office dress-code, olympic pen tossing, or my personal favorite, screaming obscenities at customers after they've walked out the door. In this film I would also include the dramatic relationship encounters of my circle of friends. A little romance, some wit, a little inner turmoil, lots of bullshit, lots of laughs. It would be a masterpiece. A blockbuster. A smash. But...I have not the time nor patience to put such a thing together because I'm too busy involving myself in the above listed events. There was a point that I was attempting to reach. Yes. I do believe I've met my match. Now, as I've said before, I'm not making any promises. I'm having one hell of a time. It's been quite awhile since I've had so much fun with one person. I'm not downplaying any of my 8 attempts at relationships within the last 12 months. They've all had their ups and downs. I suppose I'm impressed because it's been nearly 3 weeks and I have yet to see a down. No downs. Just ups. Can it be described that way? Oh it can and it will. This is groundbreaking material here people. I'm a complainer and I have no complaints. Not to dwell, but let's step back and recall the history. Too clingy, too psycho, too mental, not clingy enough, not attractive, boring, annoying, no connection, nothing in common, too ghetto, too old...I could go on. He is exceptional. He's a rare and unusual breed. So, I'm happy and...shit. I'm happy. I'm happy? Did I just say that? I caught a glimpse of a winged piggy just now. That's right! Pigs must be fuckin' flyin' cause this doesn't happen. Somebody better fuckin' pinch me before I realize it's all just a dream and wake up to a massive fit of disappointment.
***This isn't coincidence. There's no such thing***
Well, I thought it was going to be quick. But it's taken too long, I'm tired and my eyeballs are achy from reading a computer screen. See, complainer. Look it up in Webster and I bet there's a reference to me. Laura = tired = not so hot in the morning = another bad day at the office = bad. So I'm going to fix a meatloaf sammich, balance the check book, and hit the sack. Komban-wa!
***"I'm making a choice to be out of touch. Leave me be." He said he said he said, "Leave me here in my stark, raving, sick, sad little world!"***
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