mister clock man

Dear Mister 6am,

I do not like you, and I do not need to see you every morning. I need to sleep through you. I appreciate your existence, but I can't stand seeing you staring me in the face every morning when I open my eyes. Why do you insist upon being there? Why can't I ever have a morning where I don't see you?

I love that you exist, I do; it's just that I don't want to think about you until after you have passed and I didn't meet you. I want to see that later mart of Mister 7am, the very latter part. He is my morning friend, you are not. Leave me alone and stop waking me up.

And, if for some reason you do wake me up, let me go back to sleep. Silence your birds, and tell that jerk of an old person who lives down the street that 6am is no place for a lawn mower, especially when you mow the lawn every three days anyways. I don't want to hear your school buses, or your garbage trucks. I don't want to hear birds chirping or dogs barking. Leave those things alone till later, it's mean of you to be so noisy.

I'm a tired girl, I need my beauty rest. No one should have to see you mister 6am, no one.

Denise

sex and the city

Fun fact about me: I don't care what the movie is, I just like seeing them at midnight. I can't explain it, it's just special to see it the first showing.

Today, well tomorrow, I'm seeing Sex and the City; and although I've seen maybe 5 or 6 episodes in my entire life, I liked the last movie, and I do approve of drinking a martini. In fact, I approve of drinking in most forms.

However, I'm babysitting till about 11:30 this evening, after working all day today, and after only getting about 4 hours of sleep last night. So I'm sleepy, but I'm excited.

I probably won't be posting tomorrow, because I'll be sitting at my desk holding my eyelids open and pretending to know where I am if someone asks me a question...

Weeks half over! Looking forward to a three day weekend is so much more exciting when you find out you're getting paid for the holiday. I don't remember getting paid for Memorial day last year, but then again, I'm pretty sleepy.

another list

It's Tuesday, and to be honest I've been losing track of time lately because once again the newly single bug has made life more of an adventure.

I'm not so gung-ho about knowing exactly what I'm doing that evening, well, not really that... more like I do plan things in advance, because I have to since I have a lot of things I'd like to do and a lot of people I'd like to do them with. Take that how you see it :)

Okay, also, I had an entire Sunday to do whatever the heck I wanted, and it was probably the best Sunday ever... except for the awkward dinner I had with David, but that's for a later explanation.

It was wonderful because I woke up when I wanted, and didn't have to get out of bed for fear of waking up a sleeping whatever next to me. I played the sims for a bit, got up, made awesome chicken salad, made yummy bagel pizzas, and laid about for a while. After I did that Ellen came over, we ate cheese cake and I finally showered at around 4pm.

Skip to after the awkward dinner thing with David.

Bobby, Adrienne, and I went out and had drinks at the Fridays near our house. It was great. I was exhausted by the end and Monday was a mix of sleepiness and blah blah blah-ness that didn't really matter. Work has become something that interrupts my social life, which I actually have. It's sheerly amazing. I love it.

I love that I no longer am worried that David will not want to see me. I love that people want to do things with me, and I am not afraid to ask. I love that I do things, and am not dependant on Davids approval for my own self worth. I love that I am happy, whether I am alone or with other people. I'm happy.

About my awkward dinner, it was, well... awkward. I hung out with David Saturday night because he got a gift certificate to his favorite restaurant so he too me, then it was it was Adrienne's birthday so after I went home and took a nap the three of us went to a bar and had some drinks. After Adrienne went home David and I got Papa Johns and watched Dogma till after 3 in the morning. We had a lot of fun, it was great, I was tired.

Earlier in the week he and I made plans to get sushi and watch Fringe together on Sunday, so after all the fun we had Saturday night I was really looking forward to it; plus I love sushi, I feel like it makes everything  better.

However, when we got together it wasn't fun. It was forced, he was in a bad mood. He was annoying me and pissing me off. I also felt like we didn't have anything to talk about, because I had just spent quite a bit of time with him.

All I can say is that this makes me happier than anything else that I have done in the last almost month he and I have been broken up. It feels like it did when we were first together (not the David in a bad mood bit). I didn't want to see him every day, I felt like I was being pulled away from whatever else good was happening in the world. That's how I used to be with Malcolm too, except I flat out told him I didn't want to see him that much; not David, I don't remember how it got to the point with him that it did, it just got there.

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