No One Has To Know.

I don't expect any of you to care about what I'm saying nor even read this. I'm just gonna ramble for a while. Currently, I'm watching Sleepover starring Alexa Vega, Jane Lynch and Steve Carell. I just got off work, working 6am-2pm. My legs are sore and I just wanna sit for a while... It's the beginning of my weekend right now. You know those times when you say something that you meant to be mean and that person comes back with something nice? It's a huge kick in the face and it confuses the living bajingos out of me. What are bajingos, you may be wondering? Well, boys and girls, bajingos are like when a rabbit and a hawk are both being chased by a kingfisher. It's the surrounding air in that situation. Now, the reason it's such a huge kick to the nuts is because you feel bad about it and at the same time, you get the warm feeling from whatever that person said and then depending on the situation, you may still be angry on top of that. It's just a swirl of emotions. And this swirl, it's like purple and blue with all the blue parts outlined with a thin layer of red. And in this swirl, there's lightning. Deadly, scary lightning. Ugh, product placement. "Look at my Smart Car! Not even a dent!" Yuck. It makes me sick. So earlier this month, I received a package in the mail from one of my favorite bands, The Material and on the package was a personalized note. See, I love this band for that reason (and their great music, too). They take that one extra minute it takes to write a note on a box to tell their fans they care. I wanna go to the shower but I don't wanna use my legs right now. Also, I wanna take out my contacts but I also just wanna fall asleep right here. Sooo tired... This should hold me for now.

Sincerely,

Kory.