ah, it is grey and cloudy and moody as december is, always is.

and it is one of those days where my chest is heavy with the chill and nick and i had a not-fight (but of course he came up the sidewalk just as i was leaving and it slid away like the raindrops off the fern leaves) and work is back the way i remember it--where everyone is crabby because the customers are crabby because they can't have whatever shiny new piece of plastic they want this time and it just DRIVES ME INSANE because in two months they won't give a damn

--but they want to be the hero, says david rhodes. they want to be the one that gets the good gift. and it makes sense but it still burns.

and oh, this mood that is at its peak of good things right now, probably because i'm on lunch..

but oh december, i hate december. almost as much as i love it. it's pretty and mysterious as only december can be, but then it almost has me crying in the burger king when i hear did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there until i remind myself that it is TRAIN AND THERE IS NO WAY IN BLOODY HELL I'M CRYING TO TRAIN, CERTAINLY NOT IN PUBLIC>

.. can i quit? really? ugh. a;slkdjfa;lsjd. a;skldj.

:pitysobwoeisme:

away away away with youuu!

maybe if i didn't have to work until twelve and didn't have a MATH EXAM AT TEN IN THE MORNING THAT I MOST CERTAINLY AM NOT READY FOR

ps i hate math

but i love yoU!

hahahah, moodswings are fun