I like other peoples lives.

When I'm downtown, or when Cody and I take drives around as we often do, I pay really close attention to the people we see. When someone opens their door, or their curtains, at just the right time its like a jackpot for me. Score! I get to stare into a strangers house!

I think its just that their life is different then mine. I don't have to be apart of it, I just get to look at it.

That's why I listen to strangers cell phone conversations. There's nothing better then knowing what the guy standing in line with me is having for dinner.Or what that lady at the coffee shop did last night.

Gold.

Tonight is Sunday night, for us. I've done some decorating for Christmas and we've cuddled up to watch Hells Kitchen and drink eggnog with rum. Theres something so satisfying about a productive day followed by a lazy night.

There was nothing unusual about our day. We helped Bryan move in, we had a long, slow drive. We grocery shopped, had dinner with friends.

But for some reason I'm feeling so satisfied and pleased with myself. I think its because I put up a few decorations and there's something about today that feels glorious.

Maybe because today isn't tomorrow. Tomorrow is going to be the worst day of my week. Its my 'monday'. Its not that I hate work, I just struggle with the constant focus on up selling. Its not my place to force things on people and when I take punishment at work for not selling, I get really frustrated.

Fuck

Anyways, theres a show about prison breaks on and Cody could probably use some attention.




When you go to pull your blinds shut tonight, think of me. And wonder who else is peeking in your windows


take that mutha fuckaaaah


A.N. Cody and I are super into Kewpie dolls right now. So I'm leaving you with my own interpretation. Smooches!

I like other peoples lives.

When I'm downtown, or when Cody and I take drives around as we often do, I pay really close attention to the people we see. When someone opens their door, or their curtains, at just the right time its like a jackpot for me. Score! I get to stare into a strangers house!

I think its just that their life is different then mine. I don't have to be apart of it, I just get to look at it.

That's why I listen to strangers cell phone conversations. There's nothing better then knowing what the guy standing in line with me is having for dinner.Or what that lady at the coffee shop did last night.

Gold.

Tonight is Sunday night, for us. I've done some decorating for Christmas and we've cuddled up to watch Hells Kitchen and drink eggnog with rum. Theres something so satisfying about a productive day followed by a lazy night.

There was nothing unusual about our day. We helped Bryan move in, we had a long, slow drive. We grocery shopped, had dinner with friends.

But for some reason I'm feeling so satisfied and pleased with myself. I think its because I put up a few decorations and there's something about today that feels glorious.

Maybe because today isn't tomorrow. Tomorrow is going to be the worst day of my week. Its my 'monday'. Its not that I hate work, I just struggle with the constant focus on up selling. Its not my place to force things on people and when I take punishment at work for not selling, I get really frustrated.

Fuck

Anyways, theres a show about prison breaks on and Cody could probably use some attention.




When you go to pull your blinds shut tonight, think of me. And wonder who else is peeking in your windows


take that mutha fuckaaaah


A.N. Cody and I are super into Kewpie dolls right now. So I'm leaving you with my own interpretation. Smooches!