So it was my birthday today… Well technically yesterday.
And I’ve decided 22 officially sucks. I worked all day, and no presents. What is with that?
So now I’m chilling with the comedy fest on.
Weekend off work and night out tomorrow cant wait!
“'Get a degree, get a job, get a this, get a that.' And then you're a player, you don't want to even play in that game. You want to reclaim your mind and get it out of the hands of the cultural engineers who want to turn you into a half-baked moron consuming all this trash that's being manufactured out of the bones of a dying world.”—Terence McKenna (via the-theoretical-corpses-laughed)
“1. You asked me if I was afraid to die with your hands around your throat. Then got angry when I told you I was afraid that you said loving me made you feel like constantly being choked. 2. I told you I was drowning and you asked me to stay away before I got you wet. 3. You said you knew your cat loved you because she always presented dead birds at your feet, as you pulled up your shirt to show me the scars marking the number of times you’d thought about me. 4. You said I was most beautiful when I was burning, then said you hated the smell of ash as I set myself on fire. 5. You complained that I didn’t open myself up, then screamed at the mess I made as I let myself bleed. 6. You said you didn’t want to feel anything for me then got angry when I tried to leave. 7. You told me it wasn’t pretty to hate myself, so I let you do it for me.”—This Is Why It Didn’t Last | Lora Mathis (via stupidstranger)
Last Wednesday, Beverley turned into a crazy place, it is the most important ‘Social Event’ (apparently) on womens calenders. I worked 12 hours without a break, and it was such fun… being bitched at by women. We had one fight but luckily I had just finished by that point, cos I really wouldnt have been arsed to deal with it. FUN TIMES, not.
“At first, I had trouble dating a girl who was recovering from an eating disorder. I couldn’t get by the fact that I may not ever be able to treat her to a nice dinner because she simply could not go out. I hated sitting by and watching her as she ignored the compliments I gave her and constantly commented on how she wished to look like “that girl”, or “her over there”. And it used to bother me that there were so many things she just couldn’t eat.
Then I realized that eating out wasn’t important in a relationship like ours. What was important was our meals together at home, and how I knew exactly what to make her every night. How we sat together at the beginning of each week and spent at most an hour at a time planning the meals we would share. How appreciative she looked when I refused to sit in silence at the table to keep her from focusing on the calories that entered her body.
I almost enjoyed that I knew exactly what she couldn’t eat, and I soon got past the fact that we might not ever be able to order pizza from domino’s on a Friday night while we watched Harry Potter in the living room. All I cared about eventually was helping her, and that was what a relationship should be like.
I loved her so much that I could stand the nights where she stood in front of the mirror and cried, and it would tear my heart to pieces when she would ask me why I could ever love someone that looked like her. I would hold her, I wouldn’t tell her she was beautiful more than once or twice, and that was all. I trusted her and she I enough that we could sit together every night and she could tell me whether or not she had thrown up her lunch, even if I already knew because I was so scared that I watched her after every meal. Even if I knew, though, I never stopped her, because they were her battles, and I knew that no matter how much it hurt, me fighting them for her wouldn’t help.
Soon enough though, I saw that she became more confident. Her trips to the restroom following meals became fewer until I could relax, knowing that there was a good chance she was safe. There were less times when she looked at the mirror and pinched fat that was actually only skin. Finally, she asked me to take her out for dinner. Finally, we ordered domino’s on a Friday night and watched Harry Potter.
And that, that’s what love is.”—Anonymous (via generati0n-hate)
So to prepare ourselves for the shift ahead:
2 slices of toast and a cup of tea
A milky way
2 more slices of toast and a coffee
Hair and makeup, must be perfect going to be full of drunk bitchy women.
Check at least 20 cigs.. Stress smokes today.
And go to work. Today is ladies day, it is the busiest day of summer for us, and by six tonight they wont be ladies anymore… This will be my third ladies day, which is bonkers.