Bertolt Brecht, The Mother, 1932 (via mrpac)
Isn’t an inadequate life a death of all your potential.
That scares the living crap out of me.
Welcome to your early twenties crisis.
Today, as they discussed ceramic fuel cells I drifted off. Not to a fantasy land of at home green power generation off grid but a day where I’d feel less lonely in a meeting room. Another girl in 3 inch heels in front of me, another woman I’d call the technician.
I’m looking forward to the day Fuel Cells get feminine. But I’m sure I will have moved on long before then.
Be Couture Darling
Another year apart. I’m not happy about it but I think we were realistic.
We tried our best but next year we’ll have more choices and have a more stable financial footing.
Just more excited post-train kisses, more exotic holidays and more dates.
That’s ok. I can look forward to all at that.
My Bithday is teaching me about perception control, expectation control and overall about happiness.
I get at those who say expect nothing. I’ve adapted this to expect to enjoy your day because your about to make it awesome.
Its only as awesome as the effort you put in. Why do we even try to put our happiness in the hands of others? They don’t know what you desire, what makes you laugh and what you’d really enjoy experiencing.
I’m excited to have some friends around me tonight but I’m not counting on them to make my night.
Tonight, even today is mine and I’m in control of its awesomeness.
Want to bring me down? I’ll leave you behind. Ain’t nobody got time for that.
22 today. 22 Forever.
Feliz Cumpleanos to me.
Must stop self sabotage!!
Wore my Orange Chanel Style jacket to work today.
Nobody said a thing.
That’s right bitches, Orange is the new black.
When I told my boss I had fucked up, I expected to cry.
I didn’t. After formulating next steps, we stared at the screen.
He asked if I wanted a drink
I jokingly said ‘Scotch’
He went to his desk, pulled out a bottle and preceded to pour a shots worth in each glass. We drank them and I was humoured.
That and some lipstick were all that was needed in that moment.
I should of done this today. Yesterday was a disaster.
But Matt reminded me … tomorrow is a latter day.
Do I regret taking him to see the book of Mormon. Not at all.
rant but it wouldn’t be as profound.