I live in Denver, Colorado and drink too much. The End.
I live in Denver, Colorado and drink too much. For those of you who enjoy my work, my next tumblr.com post will be prose. I promise.
A personal rant (caution! the following two paragraphs may contain emotion, self-discovery dribble):
Today, I came to the startling conclusion that I have severe ”daddy” issues. Also, severe “mommy” issues. Fuck. Let’s go with the all-inclusive disturbingly deep parental problems. Shouldn’t I have outgrown this as a teenager?
Perhaps this is the reason why I keep pushing my family away. I used to talk with my parents several times a week when I first started college. Now that I’m in my mid-twenties, they’re damned well lucky if I feel like calling them once a month. As I’ve aged, I realized that the spacious generation gap between us will never be filled, even as I mature. I’ve always have and I always will vie.w the world differently.
And now for the good stuff (other blogger participation is appreciated!):
I’ve recently developed this intense phobia of bed bugs. My fear has grown so intense that I have not been able to sleep. I keep fretting over whether they are infesting my mattress/bedroom or not. While I am 99% that my fear is completely irrational, my brain is overwhelmed with immense paranoia. I can’t sleep!!! Last night, I googled bed bugs from 1:30am until 5:30am. I then proceeded to flip my mattress and scan my boxspring for an additional hour. After I managed to fall asleep at 6:45am, I woke up every half an hour due to a recurring nightmare about bed bugs. Unfortunately, I had to get ready for work at 9am. *sigh*
So here are my questions. If you know, please answer:
