Loveness

After a long night of no sleep, I finally found it in me to catch some winks. Unfortunately, it occurred when I was supposed to be getting ready for work, which put me about 40 minutes late. The reason this is noteworthy has nothing to do with the lateness or sleeplessness. During those 40 minutes I was sleeping, I had a dream that I will never forget. It has nothing to do with what was going on in the dream, however, it was more to do with the feeling I had during it. I was simply playing a game with a girl and was telling her there was no point in facing her because she was going to beat me. The thing that was weird was I had this incredible sensation that I was insanely in love with her. This is a feeling I've never felt in reality. I've never been that head over heals for anyone. It makes me begin to wonder whether it was a fluke because it was a dream or if that feeling really exists. It's damn depressing that it's taken me 27 years to have that feeling and it was gone in 40 minutes. Softened the blow to showing up to work late. Was nice to start the day off with a smile. It had to have been a dream though. No chick is beating me at Mario Cart. #Likeaboss.

Lackofness

I have to say. Out of all the things I've gone without in my life, the one involving copulation might be the worseness. Just like in 30 Days and 30 Nights, Mrs. Buttersworth starts looking very appealing. At a certain point, all the girls who've been tossin' ya the bone quit tossin' and you're left empty handed (I'm going to leave that one alone, for everyone's sake -_-) Eventually, she gets tired of the B.S. associated with receiving your text at 11 p.m., when she haven't heard from you in several days. It's funny the spectrum of certain requirements for certain people to engage in those activities. Just today, I was told of someone of ill repute who would literally "bump uglies" with just about anyone, however, there are some peeps who won't even bring it up until that rock is slid over their knuckle. I guess that's the beauty of our individuality. Perhaps its the unpredictability that keeps us coming back. Just a thought. So for the time being, an Elton John record and facebook will have to do. Short and sweet. Be good or be good at it. #Stillsleeplessinseattle.

Sleeplessness

For those who know me, it isn't surprising that I abruptly awoke this morning and have yet to get back to sleep. It's ok, I've grown to accept it. So instead of fussing, I'm filling the earholes with some Slightly Stoopid. Most of these nights I spend trolling facebook or questioning all the unknowns of the free world. Tonight, there is a special feeling of contentness (as you can tell, I'm going to use ****ness a lot. Get off me) of the immediate but wonderment of the bigger picture. So as I toke from my e-cig and listen to semi-reggae, I'm wondering if I'm discovering the doldrums of mid-twenties. Let's see, I'm too old to be an adolescent all full of immaturity, too young to be filled with content of the daily grind but at a crossroads where I need to be doing something. The thing that really bothers me is that I don't want to be one of the "I don't want to grow up, wanna be a Toys R' Us kid" peeps. I don't want to be on the brink of the thirties acting like I'm 21, however, at this point what else is there? On the other hand I'm thinking, "we only live once blah blah blah." Hmm. I'm guessing the befuddlement is being caused by the lack of sleep and fear of the impending work day. Good day all. Top o' the morning to ya.

Newness

Well, apparently I'm single again. It's been a while. You can say I had a good run. Not really sure what to think about it. Screwed it up myself (I have the rib kick to prove it). I've decided dating is for the birds anyway. How can two people really be together and love each other unconditionally??? I'm pretty sure on any given scale I know a lot of people. I know one happily married couple. Most people say "oh, I love (insert significant other) soooooo much. They complete me!" That is until they piss you off and I get the text "(insert significant other) is such an asshole!!! Wanna hang out?" I'm like, "oh now my friendship is valuable???" It's cool. I'm not salty. I'm just convinced people aren't meant to stay together forever. Well, at least for any period longer than eight hours per day. We can deal with our shitty jobs that long, right? This is my last post where I talk about anything somewhat resembling me being pissed off about relationships. Let's move on together, shall we? Look at it this way. You get to live vicariously through me! Almost like a TV show except you have to work for it. ;-) On that note....