It is taking everything I have to get over this girl. Who was never mine to begin with. Never fucking mine. I don’t get it. Usually I can forget about people after a while, but this one was different. UGHHHH! I do not like this feeling. I find myself wondering if she even thinks about me. Highly unlikely. And how she’s doing. Likely making the world a better place as I type this. What does all this mean? Should I contact her? I won’t. She proved that she doesn’t give a fuck. And I just can’t accept that. So for now, I’ll wallow in my sadness and try and find other things to occupy my mind. But it won’t work. It never fucking works.
Miriam Makeba (4 March 1932 – 10 November 2008), nicknamed Mama Africa, was a Grammy Award winning South African singer and civil rights activist. She actively campaigned against the South African system of apartheid. As a result, the South African government revoked her citizenship and right of return. After the end of apartheid she returned home.
My other coworker just tried to sell me half of her turkey sandwich Bc she needs gas money until pay day. No thank you. 1 because I don’t like sandwiches and 2 because you look like the type of person who lets their cats walk on the countertops. And I’m not for all that. So keep your 1/2 sandwich. I’m good.
And this woman at my job has told the story of her weekend 3 times. Please, shut the fuck up. I do not care. I just do not care.
And I want this internship now more than ever. Oh, but the place I parked was 6 blocks away from my interview. SOOOOOO I looked like a sweaty hog when I got there. The lady goes: ‘Here, have a glass of water’ LAWLZ, totally my luck. Other than that the interview went well. Hopefully they call me back!!! I really want to work with this Non-Profit. I’ve finally found my niche - and it’s women’s rights. My minor has helped me realize that feminism isnt just Butler and Sedgwick. So this Non-Profit is me putting into practice all the theory that I’ve learned and incorporated into my daily life/thoughts. I’m so different than the person I was when I left for college. I couldnt be more excited to work with/for people who are as thirsty for social change as I am. And I want to be better. So thats what this is. My first step towards the real world. Real change. And finishing finding the real me.
