Cin
Blue Crack Addict
Savage Garden are my least favourite band
Today I just cried. I took my son to the airport at 5:30 this morning to fly back east to meet his son for the first time. The baby is already 6 mos old. Then I got a phone call when my son had arrived and he was holding his son, cooing at him while he fussed a bit and it just touched my heart that he was holding his son for the first time. Hearing him saying "It's OK little buddy, it's OK your Daddy's gonna take care of you" just melted my
I totally hurt a coworker's feelings today, and I feel horrible. It wasn't intentional, but it doesn't make her feel any better, of course.
I'm glad she called me on it and heard me out while I apologized (at least I didn't try and make excuses or brush it off; I apologized sincerely for the thoughtless, stupid thing I said), and hopefully she'll eventually let me back into her good graces.
I feel like such an asshole.
That's amazing. Family, the concept, the biology, the spirituality of it all, its cyclical nature, is pretty friggin' cool.
The number of virgins amongst my friends is decreasing more quickly...
I hate it when you have to go to work/school on Monday and know you'll have to hear aaaaaalll about the mad fucking weekends that everyone had at this one thing together and you know that all day, all week, probably you'll be hearing about that and nothing else. I'm not going to be feeling too happy tomorrow arvo.
I had my very last literature class today, I've had this class for the last eight years and now a collegue of mine is continuing teaching them in fall. I decided to end this because I have to move on and do some different stuff in my life, including a new education and there will also be some changes in my day job. So even though I made this decision myself and still think it's good to move on and do something different in my life I've been a little depressed in recent weeks and the last days have really been tough, because I couldn't deal with the fact that this era in my life is coming to an end. So today I've had my last class and I was really crying and others were crying, too, they were so kind, giving me flowers and presents and such, and afterwards we went out to eat and drink and everything was fine. Still if feels a bit like my heart is breaking. I still can't imaging not having this class on Monday evenings after so many years.
usually it was two minutes of hilarity and 5 hours of boring. I occasionally took part in the weekend madness but more often than not I was happy spending it doing other stuff.
sounds like the people at your school are douch bags who need some reality. . . .
Heh, it's not even 11am, I'm baked out of my mind, and I have a doctor's appointment that I'm leaving for at noon. Summertime...what can I say?
Heh, it's not even 11am, I'm baked out of my mind, and I have a doctor's appointment that I'm leaving for at noon. Summertime...what can I say?