excuse me sir, do you have the time?

god i hate lateness. my lateness, other people's lateness, my period's lateness. all of these things stress me out to no end.

personally, i would rather gouge my eye out then to walk in late somewhere. when i was in university, and there was even a remote possibility of me being 3 minutes late to a class...i just wouldn't go. i feel much more accepted sleeping in my bed than walking into a lecture hall with 150 pairs of eyes looking at me. i know that they actually would not be looking at me, no one cares if you are coming in late to a lecture...but i FEEL those eyes.

other people...well that's just a WHOLE OTHER STORY! this happens to be a particularly bad time to ask me how i feel about this as i have been sitting, pining, waiting with baited breath for a phone call from my current Lost Object. sure, he didn't give me an exact time of call-age...so i guess i can't think too poorly of him....lucky sod. but geez, i even cleaned up my dust bunnies for him.

period lateness. another sore spot. not too sure what to say about this one.

so heaven's people... if you know me...if you want to know me..even if you dont know me and never want to... please, for the sake that is all good and holy in the world, don't be late.

xox