the silver lining is stalking me

i've been having horrible days, punctuated by good memories that last only long enough for me to smile.

i've recently had a few new good memories added to my head. these new happenings have me smiling longer and giggling more. the second step makes me tall. tall enough to reach.

i've also been upgraded. i'm mid-quit at my current job, and heading towards a concrete building with more money than i can shake a hobostick at. there always seems to be a silver lining that won't let me be down. bad days end with great nights and "good nights," horrible mornings always have some sort of perk to the afternoon. the universe won't let me be unhappy.

my new job means clothes that are expensive, manicures, professionalism. i think wearing yellow is actually something that you can only do on a certain day.

but my hobostick stays unshaking, and i'm signed, sealed, and about to be delivered to a Big Boss, high heels, and a whole schwack of new addictions and people. no one in office buildings stays sane for long.

it's a good thing i'm ahead of the game. the leader of the pack. vrooom.




...i'm not sure if this new job is worth leaving. there are too many benefits.