the other day at work my boss pulled me over before i signed in, and talked to me. seriously talked to me. because he cares. the last he heard from me i was crying because i had to accept that the cake (inkinded for 70 people!) wasn't going to happen. by the end of it i came away with two things: 1)i canNOT stop talking to my mother, and 2)i can't lose control.
so i'm not really going to lose it. i'm gonna try hard not to anyway. if ever i feel tired, i will simply say "i prefer not to." bartleby style. simply refuse. i like that. i'm gonna do that. it'll be great. a small way to stand up for myself.
anyway. at least it all begins on a beautiful sunny day...
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