Matt Pollard is finally back to blogging, and he’s been very interesting so far today, so i suggest you go give him a read.
by krisis
Side-effects of Claritin – Drowsiness, Dry Mouth, Light-Headedness, Increased Sensitivity to Light, Distemper … (well, not all of those are because of the Claritin).
LOL … if you caught that long drawn out post about me dying or something, don’t worry. I’m so out of it that i totally forgot that this was my first day taking my allergy medication. Every year the first day i take it i’m convinced i’m about to slip into a coma, and then i’m fine the next day. So, i’m fine. Sorry for the drama.
Well, after working here for nearly a month it would seem that i’ve been fit in to the social ladder quite nicely, with people i can idly pal around with but also with people who intend to nitpick on me every day. Of course, nitpicking me becomes incredibly pointless when i basically do anything i’m asked to do… case in point: today is casual day, and i wore jeans. Not ripped jeans, or frayed jeans, just a nice pair of dark blue jeans. One of the staff tried to chastise me, since jeans are apparently not the sort of “casual” that we’re looking for, and i replied “Next week i won’t wear them, but i wore these same jeans last week and no one said a word. Perhaps you need to establish a written dress code.” See, … i can’t always be sugary sweet, because i obviously feel as though i’m being fucked with when someone tries to put a strike against me for doing something they themselves have never commented on before. So, i had to get my little barb in about the dress code. But, anyhow, i’ll be happy not to wear jeans next week, but today they just have to deal.
The moment you saw me your face lit up just like a christmas tree But i didn't want to admit that that electric could be me I have reasons piled up why this could never be And the only one really in the way is 'me' I got a little lost the moment you leaned in Cause things don't stay simple with your world sent spinning I can't just back out of this affection But my lips somehow veered off in another direction Cause kisses aren't contracts and hugs aren't handshakes And you'd have me making promises i'm not allowed to break But somehow we've got to a nonverbal agreement On something we can't seem to cement And I'm choosing the subtle saftey of the distance From me to the top of the pedestal in this instance It hardly even makes a difference It was a goodbye i was looking forward to As a soapbox for my feelings for you Because I figured you could suffer a few more words And either way you'd be headed down the road with me empty handed, hollow hearted, my eyes watching you recede But resolve melts quick on a city street And that was just my theory of the easy way out What are the chances of me opening my mouth Against the chances of those Christmas lights all burning out Or their plug pulled a minute too soon. Some people leave them up past June.