Bitter is how my green tea tastes when I let it steep too long… Or a pale ale…
I, on the other hand, am not a cup of tea or a beer, although I’d take either right about now… I am, however, feeling like crap, freezing, and would like a hug or some other sort of “humor me” sentiment to get me through until… until whenever.
Moving… I fucking hate moving… I dont want to do it. I don’t exactly even have the means to do it really either. Just makes me anxious… Can’t really find a car to borrow for the drivers test either… thats cool. Or a car to buy… thats also cool. Student loan letters came in the mail… I’m so sick of taking the bus, it probably either got me sick in the first place or is keeping me sick because everyone on it seems to be sniffling and dribbling some sort of contagious infection of symptom. Just coming in waves, run down, can’t really hack it tonight… green eyes will wake up puffy.
I hate waiting. When you can see what you want, and are only steps away but still cant reach it. It’s a helpless and frustrating feeling that has never, and will never sit well with me… pisses me off. I’m just ready to be done, settled, focused on more important things than making sure I have bus money for the morning. Which reminds me, I don’t… god damnit.