At this point, I don’t even wanna go to sleep.
A. Because you’re not next to me (the usual reason).
B. Because I don’t want to go to work (not like home is any better, at least I get paid for this).
C. Because the road ahead seems so very long.
D. Because I know I have to be up in 2 hours and that is really pretty sickening.
So, now I have the desire to spend money on exercise equipment.
It’s adding up: yoga mat, medicine ball, weights…not to mention my gym membership!
But you know what, it’s important. Of course, so is decorating my apartment, travelling, wedding stuff, clothes that fit, food, rent, gas…psh. Fuck money. I need another job!
But I did start a fitness blog :) I’m getting serious about this. I need to be in better shape. So follow me and give me motivation??
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I think I need to be medicated.
Art imitating life… .. …kind of.
That little blurb poem I posted a few weeks ago? Could totally be about Peeta and Katniss. Go me prophetic poetry! But not really, because the book had been out for awhile. And we weren’t in an arena trying to kill everyone else at the time. But other than that…
Thoughts
I’m am proud to be an Airman, but. But. Sometimes I think I should have followed through on my 10-year-old notion that I needed to join the Marines. (because I heard that was the hardest one, what a little spit fuck I was)
I’m really getting an education on what it’s like to be a military significant other (milso)…it is a new and strange world on this side of the fence. Maybe not so strange, women are bitches here too.
My throat fucking kills right now. Like, what the fuck.
As always, missing him seems unbearable.
Just an fyi, this is how anal retentive I am: I warred with myself over whether I should post this or not because my blog was in perfect alignment beforehand, and I know this will fuck it up. Yeah.
Oh Jesus,
I just want you to hold me and why did I drink so much wine tonight and why are you gone? Why can’t you be here. I just want you to hold me.
wearing your shirt, losing myself in memories.
Having the worst night in awhile.
Being in this house without him is too much for my heart.
