I hit a high and go down low. A gust of wind lifts me up after spiralling downwards for what seems like eternity. While I’m relieved to not hit the ground yet, I know in the back of my head that the wind might carry me higher than ever just to drop me when I least expect it.

Then I will ask myself: why the fuck didn’t I pack a parachute??

All right, vagueness aside, work is driving me nuts. It’s the client’s problem, not the company but when the client starts flinging shit everywhere, we’re the ones that have to clean it up. It’s kind of shitty (pardon the pun) seeing that these last minute jobs are cutting into my side job time – I cannot go perform tonight therefore I’m short of 150 bucks.

I’m glad that this one particular person I like seeing very much seems to like spending time with me too. Unfortunately she falls into ‘do not touch’ category. For those not in the know, girls in this category are either your friends, your friend’s relatives, your friend’s best friend, your friend’s employer, your colleagues, relatives of your colleagues…you get the idea. Well…too bad. I’ve got itchy fingers and a rebellious spirit. The big red ‘do not touch’ button is flashing and dog help me, I am very curious to find out what that button does.

Lets have dinner on the roof again and watch the stars peek out from behind the clouds.