i love physical touch. like not even kissing and stuff just like. sitting next to each other with our arms touching or our legs overlapping or walking next to each other with our arms brushing i love knowing im real i love existing with people i love it
I love the fact that in Georgia, no one says “You’re wearing THAT?” to me. Yes Mom, I am actually wearing this. I know you aren’t used to me wearing certain things, but guess what, I don’t live in your house anymore so I can wear what I damn well please.
It’s actually kind of offensive.
I finally got over being homesick for Minnesota, and now I’m back in Minnesota. So of course, I’m homesick for my life in Georgia.
It seems as if I simply cannot have the best of both worlds: I cannot have my husband and my family for long periods simultaneously.
this has been my negative post for the day.
Meeting people is hard. Meeting people you like is harder. Meeting people who like you is hardest.
Today, I got a second job.
And it was so easy. I basically walked into work, and one of my coworkers asked if I was interested in working at the coffee shop that she manages, which also happens to be owned by the people who own the place I currently work at. I said I would love it, and she ran upstairs, talked it out with the manager of the place I currently work, and I start Monday.
I’m not used to having a backyard where I can just let my dog out and leave him unattended for periods of time. He loves it. Until I forget that he’s out there… oops.
"Your gut feelings are usually correct, because they represent the processing of complex information that your logical mind usually cannot process."
When my JT is unavailable to cheer me up, I turn to the other JT.