Wahhhh
 

Limitations!!!!!

4 days till Christmas

laundry

snuggles and morning kisses

and... breakfast... soon

good morning kisses...snuggles...breakfast...and an amazing article i read

I'm wondering if it would be OK to leave work 7 hours early to go home and make Christmas cookies?

Yeaaah...False !! I know whats on your mind....

A 5K race (organized run) Christmas morning.

Tentative date for my next Fight Night...... March 17th!!!! Time to train! :training:

Beaches :)

The hysteria is starting to set in....
 

Ramblings no one will understand, but it makes me laugh a little to write:
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S held hostage: Day 10

The rank and file masses are fewer and fewer every day. I suspect poison is the culprit. They entice the workers to eat the sweetened fried dough rings. And when they leave at the end of the day they don't return.
The talking heads haven't been seen in nearly a week. I suspect they're cloistered away in their respective mansions, gorging on fine food and wine and plotting how they can get more for less out of the worker bees in the coming new year.
As for me, it's as if I don't exist. But I know that isn't the case. If don't get everything done that's expected of me there will be severe consequences. People dash by without a word or a smile. The building is empty and still I'm here, plodding along like a good corporate citizen, a worker bee quietly buzzing in the background, oil the machine, pet the machine, make the machine happy.
Did anyone else out there ever play that game, Paranoia? It was an RPG from way back. "The corporation is your friend. You are property of the corporation."
I feel like a clone.

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Translation: I'm on day 10 of an 11 day stretch at work. Long damn week, long damn days. And definitely no thanks or appreciation for my efforts. The big wigs are all away on holiday. Me and my staff are killing ourselves to get the daily crap done -- a hard job when other departments seem to be unwilling or unable to do their part. And when the big wigs get back, not only will they criticize and abuse me and mine for our failings (...can't let the peons think they're actually capable of anything. they'll start thinking they deserve to be treated reasonably...), but they will remind us all to be thankful for the abuse as they send us out the door to take a cold week off without any pay so that the gods of corporate can afford their ambrosia and liposuction. Methinks I passed jaded a long time ago. Hey baby, that's the news.

christmas is on my mind a lot....wishing i could physically be with my fam to spend christmas morning with them....and trying tp map out how to get things finished over the next day or 2 ....

Her. I wonder if she knows. I wonder if she cares. :hk2:

I got a phone call from her in New Orleans today. She was manic-y and babbling and all over the place in her conversation. And broke. And panicking. And generally not making sense.

My BFF is spiraling -- no wait, has spiraled out of control. There is nothing I can do to stop it.

I feel angry, because her brain works against her to make her this unstable person at the worst possible times.

I feel lonely, because she's who I usually talk to. And she isn't here.

I feel guilty, because I'm so very weary of picking up the broken pieces and putting them back together.

I feel resentful.

And I feel very, very sad.

Say it often and mean it always...

If you don't mean it, then just say adore... it's sort of *love lite*

How incomplete i feel when away from her even though it's only for a short time.