Go back to sleep, dear, it's nothing.

I don’t know why, but I have no desire to blog.  It’s just easier to twitter what I’m thinking.  Especially when what I’m thinking is short.

But I got a new job, so maybe I’ll get internet at home soon.  Although, I was told the job was only temporary.  Maybe that will change if I do a good enough job.

Spent Turkey Massacre Day with some people that the BF knows.  I have never felt more out of place and more scrutinized and judged than I felt by those people.  Guess you can buy expensive clothes, and try your damnedest to remember your table manners, but you’ll never really scrub away the layer of film clinging to you that screams poor.  And people will see it and instead of treating you equally, they’ll pity you.

I hate pity.

I gotta get this sleep thing under control.  No more going to bed till 5 a.m. and getting up when the sun goes down.

I stayed up last night watching Young Frankenstein and didn’t pass the fuck out till almost 8 in the morning.  Then got rudely woken up by the phone at noon.  So, I been up ever since, but as the hours creep by, I’m finding harder and harder to keep my eyes awake.

Oh, what the hell.  I’ll fix my sleep schedule tomorrow.

And my Halloween sucked.  I’ll post about it after my nap.  Ni ni.

I’m not new to this blogging thing.  I’ve had a couple of blogs on different sites.  No, I won’t share them, they are part of my past.  I abandoned my most recent one (the one before this) because I gave my boyfriend the link to it.  After awhile, I realized I was censoring my real feelings and such because I knew he was reading it.  I mean, sometimes I just want to vent about him, and it’s hard to do that knowing he’s going to see it.  After awhile, I just stopped writing there.  Especially when I’d talk about things that didn’t have anything to do with him and he’d tell me I was overreacting.  Yeah, that really does a lot to make somebody feel like sharing their feelings.

Anyway, I’ve decided to start blogging again.  Unlike the last blog, it won’t be restricted to just one subject.  And unlike the last blog, it won’t be about my boyfriend’s kinky obsession that I no longer share if I ever really did.  Sorry if that’s TMI.