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Some days society's rules are just a drag. I know they probably save me from much embarrassment and hardship, just the same as the next person, but I just...
** Sometimes I just want to lean over to the guy running two treadmills down from me at the gym and tell him that maybe he should invest in some deoderant
** Sometimes I just want to openly tell my supervisor that his hair bears a remarkable resemblance to that of Harry Potter's
** Sometimes I just want to run around squealing at the top of my lungs because there is sunshine, it's a beautiful day and I feel good goddamnit, and
** Sometimes I want to just be myself, say what I think and stop feeling do damn guilty about the things I enjoy, just because other people don't understand.
*sigh* Goes back to being mundane...
On a different note - I've noticed lately that I've become one of those people that comments on things, then wishes she hadn't and sometimes I go as far as erasing said comment, even though I know the person will have received it by email. I'm sure I'd be erasing more if people didn't already comment back. It's just like I know what I want to say, but when I read what I've said, it's all wrong and sometimes I even wonder if I'm offending people. I'm not commenting much lately and I'm erasing half of them due to minature panic attacks. How weird is that?
** Sometimes I just want to lean over to the guy running two treadmills down from me at the gym and tell him that maybe he should invest in some deoderant
** Sometimes I just want to openly tell my supervisor that his hair bears a remarkable resemblance to that of Harry Potter's
** Sometimes I just want to run around squealing at the top of my lungs because there is sunshine, it's a beautiful day and I feel good goddamnit, and
** Sometimes I want to just be myself, say what I think and stop feeling do damn guilty about the things I enjoy, just because other people don't understand.
*sigh* Goes back to being mundane...
On a different note - I've noticed lately that I've become one of those people that comments on things, then wishes she hadn't and sometimes I go as far as erasing said comment, even though I know the person will have received it by email. I'm sure I'd be erasing more if people didn't already comment back. It's just like I know what I want to say, but when I read what I've said, it's all wrong and sometimes I even wonder if I'm offending people. I'm not commenting much lately and I'm erasing half of them due to minature panic attacks. How weird is that?
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Maybe you should just go home with a bucket of ice cream and some (David Hewlett, Joe Flannigan, etc) movies :) Relax!
... yeah, people who smell are just disturbing. It's like, I'm sure they don't mean to smell, but they do. My Italian class was complaining about Liberata's smell to Angela (the lecturer) and I was like, "but that's so mean!" and everyone goes, "but it's true!"
Ahaha :P What would your supervisor do if you told him that about his hair, though? Really. It isn't an insult!
... um, what's wrong with running around and yelling about pretty looking days?
No, no! *hands you chocolate* No mundaneness!
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Shall rewatch Sateda and finish writing my ridiculous commentary. That aught to cheer me up and why didn't I rememebr to buy me some chocolate?
*pouts and muches the virtual stuff on offer* Hey at least it has no calories. :P
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Aww, well, you can always go on an emergency munchie run! Chocolate is good ... especially chocolate that doesn't add to your unhealthy eating ... ness ;)