I like being late...

As i jump in the shower at 2 p.m., Knowing that the party begins...now, i realize i like being late to social gatherings. I think it is the subconscious notion that i create a sense of anticipation (well i hope i do) in people who are waiting for me to arrive. I hope that in my absence people are wondering where i am, if i am even coming, if i am okay, how i am doing, and other such things. I think it stems from my constant need to feel wanted. Is this bad? Probably. But at the same time its kind of fun and satisfactory when i arrive at my destination and am greeted by smiles and open arms and a mass of people saying HEYYY!!!! we missed you.

I like being missed.

I like being wanted.

I like being welcome.

I like being late.

today

I woke up at 2 p.m.
Waitressed.
Smelled laurens smelly feet.
Was happy.