Except what do I say?
Thanks for the best sex of my life?
Thanks for being the best friend I’ve ever had?
Thanks for being the fling I never got to tell I wanted to be more?
Is sayinganyof that shit over text even okay?
Shouldn’t it be said to his face?
Is my brother right?
Should I have made the time to tell him everything before bailing?
Did I bail because that’s what I’ve always done?
What’s easiest for me?
Even with Wheeler, I basically ditched him whenever the chance to do something for work came up, but I just figured that was because I wasn’t invested like he was.
Yet here I am.
Totallyinvested in Justus Reese and flaking all the same.
OhmyGeordie.
I don’t really know how to have a work, life balance.
Ugh.
Does anyone though?
Is that like atrainedskill?
Then again…how exactly do you get training if you never even bother to try it?
Coffee acquiring occurs quite a distance from my terminal and fortunately for me, by the time I actually arrive, boarding is beginning.
My first-class window seat honestly wasn’t my default choice.
I don’t mind flying coach.
I never have.
Beats riding the bus for longer hours with more obnoxious people.
And I would’ve flown coach this morning except if they overbooked – like they’re known to do – it’s coach passengers that get the boot first, which Icannotget.
I have to be on this plane.
I have to make it to my audition.
I have to get this job.
I have to… “make it so”.
Just like J.T. encouraged me to.
