scribbly-weird
I wanna draw, and words keep popping into my head
awesome ideas, stuff. finished drawing.
new livejournal icon, same as my new furcie port (will be approved soon) minus remappable colors.
feeling sorta topsy-turvy, but less so.
yesterday my emotions were as waves-in-a-storm-like as my tummy was.
something’d make me giggle, and giggle I would, promptly followed by a rush of tears.
think there was more sad than happy overall, so I guess I had happy-stripes.
those sound so nice…
feeling a lot better today. I picked up some spider-webs from the bushes by tj’s truck when
I climbed into it this afternoon, so I spent some time wiping them off. was still brushing the
by-then-gone webs away after I’d kissed tj g’bye and locked up my bike, just to make sure.
thank you again.
so while I was walking in the direction of the podium-in-aisle-26 I was thinking to myself (I do that sometimes),
“I’m clean, my clothes are clean, TJ this TJ that TJ the other thing, and the cobwebs are off my pants *extra brush to make sure again* today is a good day!”
and all, I repeat -all- of that wasn’t forced. it jus popped outta my brain-mouth.
I love when my subby is spontaneous (good spontaneous. not the stupid one where I make a fool of myself).
for some reason the cynic in me immediately had to figure out why the -hell- those were reasons my day was gonna be good, but the rest of me said “whatever!”
hehe =^.^=
and what do ya know, it was a good day.
mind you it wasn’t the best day in the world, but it wasn’t bad, and that is very good.
still couldn’t finish my sandwhich so I gave the other half to julie’s sister (who I’ve never met, julie took it to her) and my chips went to rexie, liza, and some weepy front-checkout girls.
the fry’s card is becoming enforced in every single department, including the 50+ cashiers. they’d all jus been chewed out so a couple were in the breakroom crying.
me being me I aimed for the sore-spot and started jabbering about how us salespeople had been hounded by supervisors for the past year to get the damn card,
some of us had even been written up, and now we all had to get two each every week (Etc etc) and a couple other salespeople got into it with me.
I wasn’t tryin to do the “my booboo is bigger’n yours” I was tryin to make ‘em feel better bout it. after a couple minutes the girl wasn’t crying and everybody was eating chips.
=^.^=
stupid fry’s card.
it’s made me cry, too. I think.
it’s certainly pissed me off plenty.
I’ve gotten enough though that apparently I don’t get yelled at anymore when I go a week without one, cause I din’t get one last week and nobody yelled at me.
anyway.
=^.^=
well, as far as one-years go, yesterday wasn’t too bad. I’m still alive and while I know the opposite isn’t a wanted/strived-for option, it’s always a possibility that outside forces want it.
I’m really really happy with TJ and stuff. he’s sweet sweet sweet and smells so good and he holds me and I fit so perfectly that it feels like I’m home.
I still have this insatiable desire to draw and write, so of course I’m typing away in here in hopes…but blah. words won’t come cause I’m not feeling them right now, and drawing won’t come cause I jus did the one for dad (the one that’s my current default livejournal icon, “for dad” gee aptly named 
).
thank you to everybody who refrained from the usual 14th-of-february phrase, many hugs for you.
