Another one of these things...

Posted on 28 Feb 2013 @ 10:41pm by Lieutenant Commander Amynta Markos

296 words; about a 1 minute read

I detest personal logs. There's not much more to be said about it. I detest them. A permanent record of stupid things we say to make ourselves feel better. If I could burn every single one down, I would. A hundred years from now, someone will be listening to it. And most likely think: "what a silly cow". I agree. It is silly. I have better things to do. And yet I have to sit here and do this because my previous counsellor suggested it might help my attitude.

I wish he could listen to this. I'd tell him where to shove his precious education that he believed would increase his intelligence.

I have been trying to keep my language clean here. Hasn't worked so far. But then again, as they say...my angry face and my happy face are the same, and my language is the same as that. When I swear, it's part of how I talk. A part of what was left where I came from. We were never known for being pleasant with language.

Anyway. I was going to expand on my language, but that would go against my attempt on keeping it clean. So I am moving on. I am enjoying my work, and the people. I have found myself fond of my new counsellor who seems to understand that I'm not being cute. I am just being me. And I am good at that. She is quite a delicious morsel herself. But I will leave her alone. Let's not tempt fate either. After all, I need to be in her good books.

Did I have anything to add to this? No. Well, in which case, I need a fresh layer of lipstick and a drink. Campari with ice.

End log.

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