I’ve increased the number of cigarettes I smoke a day since I came back from the U.K. Could be the lower price. I’ve also gained weight. It could be the easy access to food anytime I open the fridge. I could now be easily called slightly obese but I like the way my face looks chubby and hairy. Boarder line healthy. One more cheeseburger and I step in the obese territory.
I quit an internship not because the people there were not nice. It wasn’t because I wasn’t enjoying what I was doing. I was just looking for something different and they were looking for someone with drive and motivation. So motivated and with that extra drive that only pisses pure Gatorade or Redbull.
Now the editor/ owner is a real something. She’s pretty for her age but she lacks the seriousness. She has that iced look in her eyes but she flinches too much. If she was playing the “two for flinching” game, her arms would be dead for all her life. She wants to seem friendly but at the same time she has that awkward semi-angry semi-satisfied look on her face, like her father barged in her room interrupting her first fuck just to tell her he wishes she could be more like her best-friend.
I don’t feel pity for her but I bet she feels betrayed for me not sticking around. Maybe just bummed out. Maybe she just kept her positivity and found another sucker. I bet she was a hippy when she was in her twenties.
P.S: Have you ever met a bi polar-bear?
