Reading rosyxxx's journal

Okay. Here I am again at the end of another long night of swinging around the stripper pole... ring-around-the-rosy...

I have had an oddly lucrative night. Not lucrative in the way that I would like, but lucrative nonetheless. Wait. Scratch that. I have gained a new friend, renewed a friendship, let someone know how special they are to me, and before I went to work, I made plans to hang out with a really cute guy next week at one of my favorite restaurants, and to go eat burgers and dessert with another. It's nice getting to know people slowly...

It's nice just dating. A lot. Where did all these people come from? I don't know but I am happy.

I have a meeting this afternoon, and then work, and I haven't been to bed yet, because I have been busy trying to help someone at work feel better about having been screwed over by the greedy demons who run our place of work. The shit that went down was really fucked up, and there isn't much that can be done about it. And I can't even talk about it here. At all. Just suffice it to say: I don't like bigshots who get away with everything. People's souls and hearts are more important than that.

The conversation I had with one of my coworkers after work about the incident was enlightening, to say the least. I think he understands me a little better now, and I could see in his eyes that he is proud of me for coming this far... He knows how hard I have tried to be a better person.

And coming here, I see more shit, but the kind of stuff that is laughable compared to what I saw happen to a friend last night. Silly shit don't mean a thang. It ain't got that swang. Sha-boom. Boom.

I am off to hang with my green jade statue, and play with the singing bowls. More good shall come if I can help it...

If mountain goats like living at high elevations, why do none live in high rise apartment buildings?

This post was edited by rosyxxx on May 29, 2005.