Saturday,Sunday,Everyday
It's a sunny Sunday evening-and I have nothing to look forward to to make the most of my weekend.
I honestly dont think I should be jumping for joy at the prospect of church ,then choir practice.
Especially after my students annoyed the living crap out of me for a good 2 hours.
Is it so hard to complete 2 pages of your bloody homework and bring ALL your books for class??
Arrgghhh!!
That aside, I finally had the chance to cut my toenails yesterday. You see, I have this habit or slathering my feet with baby lotion every morning after shower. During this daily ritual about two weeks ago, I noticed that my toenails needed serious 'trimming' and I've been telling myself every day since to cut my toenails.
Personal time is so hard to come by for me these days that even small things like these need reminders.
I can't even find time to cut nails, what more pay summons?(I've got 2 already stashed in my glove compartment)
I'm so fed up with work- I hate what I do. I hate Mondays to Fridays. I hate deciding what to wear. I hate the route to work. I hate the other cars on the road. I hate the parking lot. I hate the pay. I hate the lunches. I hate staring into the screen. I hate my work station. I hate the hours.
Its a great acheivement if I get home before 8.
I tell myself each morning "Thank God it's Friday", just to psyche myself.
I tried to go shopping yesterday.
I withdrew an indecent amount of cash,yet after looking the whole day, I couldn't find anything to spend it on and I'm still deciding if that was a good thing or bad.
One good news though, the 2 month detoxifying plan is going great-if I can take it up to the end of Oct, I'm going to treat myself to that Alain Delon handbag I've had my eye on-and extend the program to Christmas.
I've been more productive since I've stopped clubbing, and my savings are not dwindling at the rate it used to.
No, I don't think I'm growing old-I'm getting wiser(object all you want, but the truth remains).
For starters, I'm wiser in knowing rubbish people when I see them-donkey's arses who mean absolutely nothing to me. There's a whole load more of evidence to prove my wisdom, but I shall leave the basket on the ground and be modest about it. Let someone else carry it. ;)
I'll be moving into my old place in a month. Planning for the housewarming is gonna be fun!
Now,there's something to look forward to.
I honestly dont think I should be jumping for joy at the prospect of church ,then choir practice.
Especially after my students annoyed the living crap out of me for a good 2 hours.
Is it so hard to complete 2 pages of your bloody homework and bring ALL your books for class??
Arrgghhh!!
That aside, I finally had the chance to cut my toenails yesterday. You see, I have this habit or slathering my feet with baby lotion every morning after shower. During this daily ritual about two weeks ago, I noticed that my toenails needed serious 'trimming' and I've been telling myself every day since to cut my toenails.
Personal time is so hard to come by for me these days that even small things like these need reminders.
I can't even find time to cut nails, what more pay summons?(I've got 2 already stashed in my glove compartment)
I'm so fed up with work- I hate what I do. I hate Mondays to Fridays. I hate deciding what to wear. I hate the route to work. I hate the other cars on the road. I hate the parking lot. I hate the pay. I hate the lunches. I hate staring into the screen. I hate my work station. I hate the hours.
Its a great acheivement if I get home before 8.
I tell myself each morning "Thank God it's Friday", just to psyche myself.
I tried to go shopping yesterday.
I withdrew an indecent amount of cash,yet after looking the whole day, I couldn't find anything to spend it on and I'm still deciding if that was a good thing or bad.
One good news though, the 2 month detoxifying plan is going great-if I can take it up to the end of Oct, I'm going to treat myself to that Alain Delon handbag I've had my eye on-and extend the program to Christmas.
I've been more productive since I've stopped clubbing, and my savings are not dwindling at the rate it used to.
No, I don't think I'm growing old-I'm getting wiser(object all you want, but the truth remains).
For starters, I'm wiser in knowing rubbish people when I see them-donkey's arses who mean absolutely nothing to me. There's a whole load more of evidence to prove my wisdom, but I shall leave the basket on the ground and be modest about it. Let someone else carry it. ;)
I'll be moving into my old place in a month. Planning for the housewarming is gonna be fun!
Now,there's something to look forward to.
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