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Sometimes it is hard to write on this thing. It feels like trying to write in a pretty journal that seems to fancy for any normal string of consciousness. It should be something more thought out and impressive.
Unlike what was just written.
So I was working on the skirts for my friend Gwen's wedding and realized that I didn't have one of the girls measurements. I thought I had lost it but had no record of it in my e-mail. Found out she never sent it to me, dumb ass.
When I was younger I would get upset with my parents when they would get upset at people such as store clerks, or waiters. They never seemed to have patience. I would always remind them that they are people too and maybe they were just having a bad day, I would say maybe their mother died today. They would retaliate with they are in a server position, if they can't do their job or don't like it then they should find a new job. I feel like my patience and understanding with people is getting smaller and smaller the older I get. I don't like assuming that people are out to make things complicated by cutting me off on the freeway and then staring me down after I honk because they were about a centimeter from hitting my car. Or when the vice principal at your school changes your schedule around because of alternate motives than your kids needs despite what you feel (since you work with the kid 6 hours a day), despite how the mother feels, despite what the teacher you work with feels. I find myself saying "bitch" in my head everytime I see her.
My dad would say to me "be sweet" everyday before I went to school. I realized in high school that I was no longer "sweet" and tried my best, I think I was better in college. Where is my sweetness going? My patience with people? I no longer feel like having discussions about a situation but just yelling, Back off ass hole, YOU are wrong!!
I am going to go pray
Unlike what was just written.
So I was working on the skirts for my friend Gwen's wedding and realized that I didn't have one of the girls measurements. I thought I had lost it but had no record of it in my e-mail. Found out she never sent it to me, dumb ass.
When I was younger I would get upset with my parents when they would get upset at people such as store clerks, or waiters. They never seemed to have patience. I would always remind them that they are people too and maybe they were just having a bad day, I would say maybe their mother died today. They would retaliate with they are in a server position, if they can't do their job or don't like it then they should find a new job. I feel like my patience and understanding with people is getting smaller and smaller the older I get. I don't like assuming that people are out to make things complicated by cutting me off on the freeway and then staring me down after I honk because they were about a centimeter from hitting my car. Or when the vice principal at your school changes your schedule around because of alternate motives than your kids needs despite what you feel (since you work with the kid 6 hours a day), despite how the mother feels, despite what the teacher you work with feels. I find myself saying "bitch" in my head everytime I see her.
My dad would say to me "be sweet" everyday before I went to school. I realized in high school that I was no longer "sweet" and tried my best, I think I was better in college. Where is my sweetness going? My patience with people? I no longer feel like having discussions about a situation but just yelling, Back off ass hole, YOU are wrong!!
I am going to go pray
posted by tisa at 12:36 PM
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