i think i will forever and always be a 7 year old. (goss gators will agree)
i had a really strong urge to touch the wet cement outside my building and i heard someone yell to someone else “i’m going to the jail. get some good chronic” which i had to google to find out the meaning.
i would like to give myself a pat on that back for holding it together and keeping a straight face when a guy at work told me, 100% seriously, that his name was boysenberry. good job, self. like a boss.
-taught a 4 year old that today’s underwear do not go overtop of yesterday’s underwear
-repeatedly got stuck when wheeling a cart full of retail debris out to the dumpster because a cardboard horse’s head kept ramming into the walls of skinny hallway.
-could not for the life of me figure out how to throw away said retail debris in the dumpster. a random man sitting in a water truck figured the girl in the blue pea coat needed some help after she circled the dumpster and stared at it for 5 minutes. i’m pretty sure he thought i was very stupid. but i’m ok with that because at least he got a laugh.
-threw a pair of shoes that a customer had just returned into the trash can and put the used plastic bag on the counter. in front of the guy that hired me. i am a competent adult. please don’t fire me.
"I don’t know how we get over heartache, only that we do.
And the best and worst and truest and saddest thing that no one ever really talks about—there’s always someone else. There will always be someone else—even if the best love we’ve ever known somehow, in some way—inexplicably falls apart.
The heart goes in search of love. Always it does. Even—and most especially—when we don’t want it to. The heart never breaks—we call it heartache and heartbreak, but it is not the heart that is damaged. It is always new and unscarred and perfect and we wrap it in memories that are broken and fragmented and cutting and we confuse that with a damaged center from which to love.
And the war is a silent one. Fought on the home front. Between a heart that propels us forward and a body that doesn’t think it’ll survive another hurt.”
she’s pretty spot on. read her blog. (matthew case- lookin at you here. i think the poet in you would like her)