blustocking | gimme some of that textual healing (Reply)

I enjoy Back to Basics Peach Pomegranate shampoo. I enjoy my longer drive to work. I enjoy the new Guster album. I’ll probably enjoy the new Paloalto album as well. I enjoy my intense hatred for customer service so much that I took another customer service job. I enjoy the indescribable, uncatagorizable, rather undefinable nature of the company I work for. I enjoy its size and the rows and rows and rows of cubicles. I enjoy that we’re encouraged to play at work, to have fun, and to decorate our wee little cube-homes. I even enjoy having to get up at 6:30 am every day for the next 3 weeks, maybe longer. I enjoy the queer messenger bag they gave some of us (it has NCS Pearson on it). I enjoy my future hatred of this job. I enjoy the motivation. I enjoy not enough sleep. I enjoy the tinge of pain in my abs from working out. I enjoy being more dressed up than the others, yet not, in all black with brightly colored hair. I enjoy reading Sybil and I enjoy that someone saw and we chatted about it. I enjoy that the confidence seems to be working. And by cracky, I enjoy that I’m home in time for The Simpsons.
“Awww, maybe a hug will cork her cryhole.”

Cute boy was not working at hobbs today, but I did check. ;)
My shoulder sounds like a ratchet when I roll it.

Now I will make spaghetti.