Panic
Suddenly I feel panicked. Complete and total panic. Got to work fine, sat at my desk and I don't know…just felt panic.
Maybe it is the apartment search. Alaina and I are looking with not too much success. We thought we found a place last Thursday, it was everything we wanted. Except about $100 more than we wanted to pay. Our realtor said the owners would take $50 off the price if we moved in August 15th. We agreed. Well the owners didn't. So for about 24 hours I felt relief. Now that is over. Back to panic.
Maybe it is my personal life, or better yet the decisions and situations I get myself into (As my sister reminded me "but remember that you do not have a fucked up personal life. Just a few fucked up personal situations). My sister's other offering: "And hey...if it really starts to bug you, you can always just go gay...though I think girls are fucking nutters... so... oh hey!!! I got it. Become a nun... I hear you don't have to wear the ugly habbits anymore...but in reality you would just start sleeping with priests and that is a whole new can of worms... plus I think you have to be Catholic to be a nun... I will find a solution...just probably none of the above!"
Maybe I just need to go on vacation. (20 more days, 20 more days, 20 more days…).
Maybe this feeling is a symptom of withdrawal from high fructose corn syrup.
Maybe it is none of the above.
Maybe it is all of the above.
Maybe it is the apartment search. Alaina and I are looking with not too much success. We thought we found a place last Thursday, it was everything we wanted. Except about $100 more than we wanted to pay. Our realtor said the owners would take $50 off the price if we moved in August 15th. We agreed. Well the owners didn't. So for about 24 hours I felt relief. Now that is over. Back to panic.
Maybe it is my personal life, or better yet the decisions and situations I get myself into (As my sister reminded me "but remember that you do not have a fucked up personal life. Just a few fucked up personal situations). My sister's other offering: "And hey...if it really starts to bug you, you can always just go gay...though I think girls are fucking nutters... so... oh hey!!! I got it. Become a nun... I hear you don't have to wear the ugly habbits anymore...but in reality you would just start sleeping with priests and that is a whole new can of worms... plus I think you have to be Catholic to be a nun... I will find a solution...just probably none of the above!"
Maybe I just need to go on vacation. (20 more days, 20 more days, 20 more days…).
Maybe this feeling is a symptom of withdrawal from high fructose corn syrup.
Maybe it is none of the above.
Maybe it is all of the above.
posted by Sarah at 9:49 AM
1 Comments:
I love when you quote me in blogs...especially when I end up comming off as a sill wanker.
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