With the beautiful background noise of the trash man coming down my street, I speak with my good friend, talashira
, as she points me in the direction to get better at coding. I have basic knowledge, but when you couple it with art skills in Photoshop, and in general, the end result is prettier than the coding. Heh.
And the night before, being sernaded by fucking dogs (no literally, they were having a breeding frenzy). Oh, Los Fresnos, Texas. How you treat me so well, with all your humidity and heat, and BUGS.
Yesterday was really bad for me. I had a bit of a break down in a store call H-E-B. It's like a more upper class Walmart (or, THE WalMart). But, as you may have already figured out, I have an extreme fear of coach roaches. Well. I think I stepped on one in the H-E-B, yesterday. I broke down and started sobbing, and crying. I could hardly control myself. It wasn't pleasant.
Turn out the friggin' thing was a cricket. I still felt bad, because I killed the poor thing, but I feel worse because I was crying in public, and ruined my makeup! Okay, I'm not really that shallow. But, I was disturbed by the prospect of public displays of emotion, and the rest of the day couldn't really function. I was on the brink of tears until sleep over took me. Please understand, I've got a mental block about being emotional in front of people I don't know, thanks to a shit town, and shit people, who messed up my mental health as a shit child.
Anyway, today was extremely brighter. Finished a book. Showered. Got to enjoy a favorite perfume. Spoke with my father, spoke with the neighbor, Evarito. He's a sweetie, nice guy. I hate his dogs. - Oh and T-Mobile called, and I've got an interview. Exciting? I think so. Job falls in place, then school, then car, then the skies the limit.
Or rather, Mars. The sky is rather close to us, I think. O: