I have been spending my days working. I work and work and work some more, and then I get paid on $200 for it. Well, okay, that's not a complaint. It just kinda suck when someone comes up to the counter at the movie theatre and says something along the lines of "You guys control everything here, it's fucking bullshit," when complaining about various different things. Okay, so my co-worker was right and he was probably just having a bad day, but I don't come to your minimum wage paycheck-to-paycheck job trying to tell you to overthrow the system for me so you can get fired the next day. Don't tell me what kind of power I have, I know what kind it is: very little.
I spent three days on a journey with my boyfriend Shaun (same guy from the last entry, only now we're a bit more seasoned), and I think each of us got to see the other person at some of our highest points (seeing friends I've missed and love) and lowest points (puking outside of McD's on the way back). I think overall it was a good trip. I mean, the journey home was awful on many levels, but I feel like I have more of a point to judge who Shaun is around me now that I've seen him with the people he's closest to. And I think that meeting those people is a natural step for our relationship to take at this point. I mean, it's one thing for him to (briefly) meet my mom and my sister, I'm not sure he'll ever meet my dad (because, I mean, I have no idea when I'll get to see him next), but those people live around me. When you travel, it's different. Also, meeting Shaun's niece convinces me that she's one of the most adorable children to live... ever.
I have every intention of writing creatively again someday, and I know it'll happen soon. I just need to manifest an idea of what to write.
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As it was, there were temporary cease-fires in his angry dialogue with a God in Whom he did not believe.
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