hot showers

Does it really matter if i do my hair today? Im running late for work, im taking the left over thanksgiving goodies for my co-workers (they get so excited to taste american food its cute) and its raining, i almost slipped walking down the hill to the train station and man i wish i had better boots.
I didnt even have time to stop by the coffee shop and order my coffee and croisant to go, and of course when i finally get to my train it is FULL i can not find a place to sit and i have to stand up 20 minutes holding all this crap and watching my purse....(i´ve been robbed before, thieves here are supper sneaky and quick)
So im hungry, i have to write a report for work and im not as positive as i tend to be, and my co-workers realize this, its funny when you´re always happy go lucky the day you have a rough start people REALLY notice.
Anywho i had a run in with the most rude lady ever, i always thought that people like that were only seen in the movies, but no, people can be real jerks sometimes, and i am really gonna speak for a lot of people when i say this: don´t be rude to customer service ppl, we get paid to help, not to be your servants or to be humilliated.
That lady was a real waste of space and she smelled like onion.
Thanksgiving was ok, i get 5 minutes to cry in the bathroom alone and then that´s it, i gotta be merry. Being away from home is hard, every day is a constant battle.
I truly wish airfare was cheaper, its not fair that i can only see my family once a year, yeah yeah, i know, "you´re lucky, some ppl don´t have that luxury".. but that´s my point, why is it a luxury to be happy?

When i watch shows about rich people driving ferraris and living large i take a look around and i get pissed, like really? im a good person, with a job, im intelligent, why don´t i have all that? some people have way too much money, and then the ygo nuts, there should be a limit on how much money you make and there should be alot of laws against certain things, but im not go into that now, i need to sleep....

After a good dinner, i took a nice long hot shower, you know the ones where the water is so hot you dont wanna get out, and i was truly relaxed, i put my bathrobe on, and my special face creams i cannot live without, and i realized that yeah, i have lots of luxuries, to me, taking a hot shower and reading a book afterwards is true bliss, so yeah i don´t need a stupid ferrari...at all

Now if only i could get a private plane.... i kid, i kid

wendy´s blog.

I heard of alot of people blogging and the first thing that came to mind was, "where do you find the time to do that?" or why do you feel the need to write what you´re feeling?  then i realized that not too long ago i read a book about how humans always feel the need to express their feelings, and we talk about ourselves constantly. We tell stories to others to see if they can help, or agree with us.
So here i am, i will try to write as often as i can and use this as a form of free therapy. Hoping that someone does feel the way i do and can talk about the issues that bother us. Things that we never understood, things that are happening now, because yes, in the end we all want to be heard, right?
Im not a writer, so bare with me, correct me when im wrong,
Im in a point in my life where im in constant battles with what i want and what is logical, weeding out the people in my life who dont matter and loving the ones that do. Its just hilarious to me how love can be so freaking tragic, how you can´t have it all, life, in all is such an adventure, at least mine is full of surprises, and there´s things that i will never understand, but im hoping one day i´ll learn to live with them.
So i´ll be completely honest i don´t know how well of a blogger i will be, but this i know, i will be completely honest .Does that make sense?
 Even if sometimes it will kill me...i think its much better to write things down on here than to go to bed mad, or thinking about stuff that again i dont understand... nor agree with, so yes, that´s the plan, to write  as much as i can.
IM READY.

-Wen