i cried watching a movie today. not from sorrow, not from fear. no, these were tears of absolute shock and awe.
i was sitting alone in the living room watching
one hour photo and there's a really graphic scene involving robin william's eyes.
i literally burst into tears and sat there shaking, unblinking, for the next two full minutes. it was awful.
in other news, i'm feeling great lately.
one thing somewhat concerns me, though, my body seems to be changing its natural habits. i've been doing absolutely nothing in my spare time except cooking and cleaning. i've even had a couple dreams that i've had kids.
whatever brought on this domestic turn of events needs to go from whence it came, i'm fucking sick of acting like a mom.
working the fourth of july, not terribly upset about it. i'll be out of there at five, my insane manager isn't working, and i'm getting time and a half for it.
i also watched the original version of
pulse (the japanese one) and it was quite scary.
needless to say, many a ball was tripped today.
i've been writing a LOT lately. nothing is going anywhere, but it feels great to have pen actually connect to paper for once on something that i don't have to hand in.
i found out that my manager has been writing me up late every single time i come in AT 9:00 on the dot, when my shift does in fact start at nine so that shouldn't be a problem. whatever, she's being unreasonable, all the more reason for me to find a new job.
this is all i want right now.

obviously minus the heroin-induced stupor, but you get the point.
bedtime, goodnight.
si vis amari, ama.
(to be loved, love)