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So since the last input I have gotten a job and a place. I move in tomorrow, and start working tomorrow.
This I hope works out well, because I need it.
I've been out all day, 7 am wake up, job interview at 12, coffee, meeting in St, Augustine at 2-5, shopping for tablewares (utensils and plates, ect) and then home for a bite to eat, then to OP for a Primerica thing, then to my parents to hear them bitch about my new digs. I stopped by to get crickets and the place was closed. I need to find a bank tomorrow to cash a check so I can get my deposit and rent in and start moving in...
It's a studio apartment in Riverside. I like it, it's small enough not to be a hassle and cheap for the area. The job pays 9 bucks an hour, so I should be fine. It'll be nice to be on my own again. It's what I needed. Badly.
I was hoping my parents would offer to buy furniture, but they seem uninterested in doing so. The only reason I was hoping for this is because they bought my little sister a couch set. But, I am used to not getting the same treatment, so I'll do it on my own.
As for other things, I like this guy.. He is about 20 years my senior, and excellent to speak with. His thick accent is sexy, and I believe he's taller than I am as well. Supposedly Columbus Day (or that week) will be our first date. I like him a lot, and I hope I don't screw things up.
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[01 Oct 2005|10:28am] |
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Enslaved - Eld (1997) |
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I'm sitting in my room studying insurance and annuities. Instead of going out and getting a REAL job when I have roughly a week left before I'm out I'm doing this. I know I'm overqualified for some jobs, and much too underqualified for others, and I fucking hate sales. So what do I do? Take that hit of acid in my closet? I've been drinking an expensive bottle of sherry like it's apple juice. Pedro Ximenez Solera. So while my clothes are washing and I'm trying to stuff this crap in my head, I've got my mind on other things. Where am I going to live? I need to sell this furniture and I haven't done that yet. I need to feed my pets and I haven't done that yet. I've got a cold now, or at least this gay coughing and a runny nose. And to make my week complete, I haven't gotten laid.
I broke up with my fiance of three years about a week or two ago. There was a time I loved him a great deal. But not anymore, and it's not fair to me or to him to be stuck like this. Ja cze kocham, Dani. Now I sit online and waste my time.
And why am I so polite? Some black christians just knocked on my door. "Oh, I'm not christian." Why didn't I just tell them what I thought of them. "You stupid fucking niggers, get off my porch." Just going through the motions. I should be at the office right now, but I'm supposed to be studying. Right now, I think I rather take a long shower and crawl under the covers and wait for someone to hand it all to me.
Wake up manda.
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