Downish

December 21st, 2002 by littleBIGchris

So I’m a little bit sad about being stuck in the city for Christmas this year.  Everyone I know is leaving this weekend to go back home and see family and do all that sappy holiday stuff.  Normally I never let it phase me, but this time it’s sort of bumming me out.  I’ll head home in January, I think.  The truth is, I don’t miss Texas @ all.  Not one bit.  But I do want to see my family, it’d be great if they could just come out here.


They recently entrusted me with a CASHIER’S BANK @ work, which I pretty much dreaded b/c I only see it as a whole new way to confuse and frustrate myself.  I was so certain I’d fuck up my receipts every night and that nothing would add up or anything, but it’s actually gone relatively smooth.  When you add all your totals up @ the end of your shift and everything just MATCHES perfectly? it’s like, the greatest sense of fulfillment in the world.  You feel like this genuis.  I wasn’t very sharp with Algebra in school, but whenever I did understand, it just made so much sense.  Math is truly astounding, it’s just this perfect measure of space and order and I Iove it when it suddenly clicks in my head.  So, yayy me.  Although now that I’ve said this, I’m sure my bank balance will be off every single night from now on… just b/c that’s how my luck goes. 


Back to the ways of Insomnia lately.  Can’t fall asleep.  I have no idea what fuel I’m running on anymore, maybe it’s just pure horniness?  I swear, my body is going to give out on me one day while I’m walking down the street and only my perpetual hard-on will break the fall.  Ouch? and um, I’m sorry for the over-share.


We had the Secret Santa Exchange today.  It was a lot more fun than I expected.  Somebody got me a hat/scarf from the GAP which looks really good on me, I have to say.  You know, there’s something kinda cool about seeing a bunch of ppl just laughing and smiling @ each other… I guess it’s sort of a rare thing to be around in New York City.  Sometimes I feel like I don’t know a single person here, or just that they don’t really know me.  Then I wonder why it matters when I only see these ppl a few hours of my day… I never really understand why I think about things like that.  It just matters to me, sometimes.  Well, I ended up buying my secret match a gift card to COMP USA.  I’m such a techie nerd, I know… I just truly believe that all of life’s problems and little miseries can be solved and made better by an ambitious spree @ the electronic store.  Shoot me. 

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