I kissed the bottle... I should have been kissing you

working 4 to midnight again today. I can't believe I actually liked that shift when I first started. I feel like a waste sitting around my apartment until 4, and then I'm at work forever, and once I get out I'm wired, but it's midnight! what am i going to do at midnight?
except for get a delicious sheetz dinner (would have been better if there were nearby wawas) and read some books. very interesting. ughhh not to mention when I work this late, I'm designing pages and whatnot, so I don't get anything done on my stories, and then I get harassed by my editors. well if you're going to have me do two jobs, you should expect this once in a while.
maybe it sounds like I am complaining too much. I do love my job. if I didn't, I'd get a much better paying one, of that you can be sure. it's just frustrating sometimes.
I should go to the gym. that probably won't happen... I finally bought a real bed (no more air mattress!) and it is so soft and bouncy and wonderful that I never want to get out of it and maybe I will take it with me to work.
yes.
if I could sit on this bed while working, it would all be worth it.

we sat and smoked against the wall, drank a beer, felt the chill of fall

I'm hitting my guitar stride. I am impressing myself. I just learned some cranberries songs because the only person who can sing better than that chick is nikki. and what band is nikki in? oh, yes, that's right. edipis wrecks... your eardrums. in a good way. that's not supposed to be perjorative. we're really good, I promise.
seriously, my left hand hurts from playing. I have callouses. I love it. I feel accomplished.
I had work today. overtime, baby... that's where the money's at. work has been going really well. I came across two stories; one's running tomorrow and the other is kind of long plan but as long as I can execute them well, they will be two clips that I am going to be damn proud of.
so, oh, hello, october. where did you come from? i'm in disbelief.
seems like just yesterday it was summer and 80 degrees out. when nikki and I went to the bar friday night, I wore my winter coat. crazy. I miss summer. I used to love autumn, but I'm not feeling it this time around. I think it's because I am in the office all the time and not really enjoying the outdoors... today, on my way to work, I bought a caramel apple spiced cider, just to feel the fall.
I want cider now, dammit. I only have acai and pomegranate tea. it's not the same.

I can't tell the buildings from the people, the strangers from the steeples

I am digging orange juice lately. healthy, yet delicious. probably cause it has a lot of sugar in it. bastards. oh, tropicana. you fickle beverage. but seriously, I bought these little cartons of OJ and they are adorable.

today was a bad day at work but it gave me a new sense of my purpose there... if I'm going to get better at writing, I can't half-ass it. not that I am, in fact, I do three different jobs within any given week. however, the area I can improve most is my writing, so I'm going to stay a little longer at work to get better reads on copy, etc. I want to work more on the Web aspect of news. tomorrow, I'm going to shoot video of Biden's speech for the Web site, because I really suck at video and need practice.

all I know is I've been given a great opportunity. I'm doing what I set out to do when I started college. I'm proud of that. and maybe I shouldn't say I've been "given" that opportunity. I worked damn hard to get where I am. but there are a lot of other qualified graduates that could have taken my place. this gives me all the reason to work harder.

I still think blogs are pretty stupid but I hope this serves as a reminder about where I'm going and what I need to do to get there. peace.
"luck is where preparation meets opportunity"

you've got me right where you want me

yesterday I was allergic to work.

I was fine until the moment I walked into the office, and then I got the worst headache ever. I thought I was going to pass out. I left early, muttering, "I'll just come in early tomorrow," watched Hillary at the DNC, and passed the eff out. 12 hours later, ailment mysteriously gone. allergic to work? must be.

listening to TBS takes me back - way back - to, say, junior year of high school. what a fine time. back when our biggest problems were meeting/keeping some pittston boyfriends and skipping chorus. that was just me? oh.

this entry is such a waste, nothing interesting happened today, I am just writing for the sake of writing peace mother sucka.

after work, I bought almost 2 pounds of pistachios ("deez nuts," if you will) and I think that will be the rest of my night.

I don't know why it's gotten harder to keep myself away, I thought I finally beat the feeling back, it all came back today

today at work I had to cover a press conference at a women's shelter. the church they were housed in will be sold next month so the shelter has nowhere to go. it was weird, I guess I always had a stereotype in my head that homeless people were, well, homeless for a reason. I can't explain it. but after the conference I talked to a girl that is living there. her name was nicole and she couldn't have been that much older than me. she talked about how she was college-educated and has a son. then she got into an accident and couldn't pay her hospital bills, let alone her rent, and she's been living at the shelter since january. her son can't live there, since it's women-only, so he has to live with his father.
she gestured to a cot and a dresser and said, "this is my entire life now."
it was all too real for me.
I went back and wrote the story and I hope someone can donate a basement or some money so the shelter will continue.

in closing, I think you should be listening to the mountain goats right now.