So I have this Beatles shirt that I heart. It's amazing. It's comfortable, and I wear to work on occasion. Today, being one of those days. Well yesterday. Anyway, so this lady asks me about my shirt. She's like totally diggin' my cool ass shirt. Asking me where I got it. I think for a second, and it hits me. I can't tell this lady where I got this shirt. I squirm, and say something like I don't remember. How am I supposed to tell this lady, that I really bought it at a head shop? Same place I bought my smoking device years ago? I mean, I don't need perfect strangers judging me. I get enough of that as it is.Of course, me being one who doesn't really give a shit, finally just tells her. Of course she has no idea what I'm talking about. And I'm not one to give details at this point. She's just gonna have to be shocked if she can actually find the place. I'm sure she'll think I'm some sort of druggie. I just think the image of this conservative little mid-aged woman holding onto her purse tightly with both hands walking into a head shop, and pointing to a bong and asking what the hell that's used for, is hilarious. I think I might have just set this lady up for the shock of her life. I wish I could be there, if she ever decides to go there.
I've been sick the past few days. It sucks. Enough said. Nyquil has been my savior. I still feel like I'm dying a slow and painful death. But alas, I'm feeling much better. So if you're sick, stay away from me.
Grey's Anatomy. Must I say anything else. Such an emotional roller coaster. I think every once in awhile we all feel like giving up. I've been there. I just think we need to realize that even though we do feel alone, that there are so many people in our lives that would be affected by our absence, whether you believe it or not. Recently I had this small epiphany. There are several people that weren't in my life this time last year. I'm thankful for their presence. Without them, I wouldn't be where I am today. I heart you all...
Peace out.
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