Chapter what?
I feel bad...
because if this were, in fact a book... i've put you on pause at those stars.
You know - the ones that come about 10 in a row that signal, "Hey! We're going to sit here and act like a big, dramatic pause, because the author doesn't want to fill you in until "The next morning," or "That following Tuesday..."
The stars are just up there because nothing interesting is going on during that pause. The character is sleeping... or pooping... or vacuuming his shitty apartment.
In this case, however... I believe the stars i have put up for ya'all [should you actually understand my analogy], should be replaced by six consecutive chapters in my book of life:
Chapter 7: Old Love comes to Town: and i Still feel the Freaking Same...
Chapter 8: Johnny's Office Bitch - I am.
Chapter 9: Rock-Solid Sally: Being Supportive for the MR.
Chapter 10:Speaking out of Turn: When to hold your tongue for your own best interest
Chapter 11:Eye-Rolling Galore: Dating a Musician
Chapter 12:Escape: Nurture on the Homefront
I'm in South Dakota. I think Until Tuesday or Wednesday. I am fine. I am grounded. I am just stressed out by a few other people right now. I'm so glad to crawl in to my little haven at home and disapear for a few days. But i miss writing here. Mucho. Just sitting down here for a second makes me want to write a book.
If i wrote one... would you read it?
I'm immensly fascinated by how similar everything in my life tends to go.
I've had a series of not-great relationships that never really ended, but sort of just lingered after the fact. Although it is not the case regarding my relationship now, this concept rings true with my job situation.
However, after the way i was treated today, i'm feeling pretty done with the whole ordeal (See: Chapter 8).
How about some publisher out there gives me $60,000 and i'll write you a book by the end of the month. COme on... I know you want to.
because if this were, in fact a book... i've put you on pause at those stars.
You know - the ones that come about 10 in a row that signal, "Hey! We're going to sit here and act like a big, dramatic pause, because the author doesn't want to fill you in until "The next morning," or "That following Tuesday..."
The stars are just up there because nothing interesting is going on during that pause. The character is sleeping... or pooping... or vacuuming his shitty apartment.
In this case, however... I believe the stars i have put up for ya'all [should you actually understand my analogy], should be replaced by six consecutive chapters in my book of life:
Chapter 7: Old Love comes to Town: and i Still feel the Freaking Same...
Chapter 8: Johnny's Office Bitch - I am.
Chapter 9: Rock-Solid Sally: Being Supportive for the MR.
Chapter 10:Speaking out of Turn: When to hold your tongue for your own best interest
Chapter 11:Eye-Rolling Galore: Dating a Musician
Chapter 12:Escape: Nurture on the Homefront
I'm in South Dakota. I think Until Tuesday or Wednesday. I am fine. I am grounded. I am just stressed out by a few other people right now. I'm so glad to crawl in to my little haven at home and disapear for a few days. But i miss writing here. Mucho. Just sitting down here for a second makes me want to write a book.
If i wrote one... would you read it?
I'm immensly fascinated by how similar everything in my life tends to go.
I've had a series of not-great relationships that never really ended, but sort of just lingered after the fact. Although it is not the case regarding my relationship now, this concept rings true with my job situation.
However, after the way i was treated today, i'm feeling pretty done with the whole ordeal (See: Chapter 8).
How about some publisher out there gives me $60,000 and i'll write you a book by the end of the month. COme on... I know you want to.
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