COME ON ALREADY.
So.I'm trying to behave like a responsible adult instead and it just makes me feel oppressed.The only thing good about being an adult is being irresponsible and enjoying things that only adults can enjoy like smoking and drinking and having sex with whomever is nearby. But I'm trying be a responsible adult instead. And so of course who comes calling, just as I begin to get my shit together? My demons. Yes, my demons have been calling me around the clock. Suggesting useless distractions like hookers and blow.
And they make hookers and blow sound so like such a great idea.
And even if they can't convince you to actually go get the hookers and blow, that's o.k. with the demons, because all they really want is to waste your time.
The more they waste your time, the farther you are from your dreams, and they consider that real success.
Stupid demons. Why do they have to be so charming?
So I know the more time I waste frolicking with my demons, the farther I get from my dream.It's time to be productive, Lori. Tell those demons to hit the bricks.COME ON ALREADY.
Fluorescent lighting is sad.
So, I haven't been blogging now because I'm back at work at the office, and I'm trying to live a normal life, and it's very boring, and that's why I haven't been blogging.
Living a normal life does not make for good blogging.
But so the job hasn't been going so bad. Everyone is very nice and I'm good at what I do and I love the cafeteria, so that crap is all good, I know.
(Look at me being all positive and shit, folks).
I only have one complaint (aside from all my other complaints) and that is the fluorescent lighting. Fluorescent lighting is sad. It seriously makes me sad. I know I'm very particular about lighting, but still. Yeah, I know I like dim light. Not too bright. The dimmer the better, really, for me. Or darkness. What I really like is to lurk in the shadows.So maybe I just hate fluorescent lighting because I love my demons so much and they prefer the darkness.
But no seriously, I think that soon we'll discover it causes cancer. No really. At work, we have white walls and fluorescent lighting. I know that some nice, ambient mood lighting would increase productivity. Or at least make me look prettier. Both of which I think are very important.Maybe I should start a campaign against bad lighting. Try to get somebody important to listen.Or maybe I should just bore you about it on my stupid blog. Yeah, I think that makes the most sense.
My Stupid Past
Returning to my home town of Minneapolis is really doing a number on my head.
Reconnecting with my stupid past is not something I intended to do, but it is happening.
Growing up was not a happy time for me. If you think I'm unhappy now, you shoulda seen me then. I was walking discontent without any plans.And, I mean, my hair is so much better now. I don't like thinking about my old hairstyles.And when I moved to New York, I walked away from my past and never looked back.But now I'm looking back and you know what? It's not that bad.
And now I'm thinking maybe "the lord" wants me to reconnect with my past.I think maybe I need to learn to love high school Lori instead of alternately ignoring her and hating her or pitying her.
She really did not know what was going on at all.
I wish I could have helped her. I would have told her to move to New York right away.She probably wouldn't have listened anyway.
