I'm a delinquent, so what??
Okay, so since I actually have the internet every day I have no excuse not to post more. Except I have a problem being witty when I am trying to be polite and quiet.
This is a quiet house, not too quiet, but at night I feel as though the little click click of my faux fingernails on the keyboard would be annoying to someone, namely the people trying to sleep in the house. So I have not been typing as much as I would like. But I am up this morning to travel to CDA and Spokane on the apartment hunt. I am thinking if I just look then I will have no problem. But I work best under pressure, and what is better pressure really, than not having a place to live and staying out of your car??
That's right. That's pressure you bastards.
I have had a pretty uneventful week. Work has been awesome, busy, but awesome, I have had a couple of really great days. Everyone is happy, maybe it's just because Kim and I have -0- stress, so we actually don't care when everyone is fucking up. lol, and believe me, it's bad. I have been going through the last few days, saying to myself over and over and over again, "My God, this is never going to get done when I leave!" Because so much stuff isn't getting done unless I do it while I'm there! But oh yeah, that's not my fucking problem! Unless like Karen says, it's going to by my store again in a couple of years. Damn it. I do care.
Bastards.
On a completely different topic, I finally got to finish my book after leaving it at Ben's. I was completely disappointed. In reading the last few pages, I had the ending totally mis-interpreted, and it sucked. I mean it was good, a fitting ending to the novel, but not what I wanted. That's the unfortunate part to being a romance novel addict. I just want everyone to fall in love in the end, is that so bad? To want people to love? I don't think so.
Today I have to get ready, need to meet dad in two hours exactly, haven't gotten dressed yet, and I have a two hour and fifteen minute drive ahead. He was late last time. It's my turn
Love you biatches
r
This is a quiet house, not too quiet, but at night I feel as though the little click click of my faux fingernails on the keyboard would be annoying to someone, namely the people trying to sleep in the house. So I have not been typing as much as I would like. But I am up this morning to travel to CDA and Spokane on the apartment hunt. I am thinking if I just look then I will have no problem. But I work best under pressure, and what is better pressure really, than not having a place to live and staying out of your car??
That's right. That's pressure you bastards.
I have had a pretty uneventful week. Work has been awesome, busy, but awesome, I have had a couple of really great days. Everyone is happy, maybe it's just because Kim and I have -0- stress, so we actually don't care when everyone is fucking up. lol, and believe me, it's bad. I have been going through the last few days, saying to myself over and over and over again, "My God, this is never going to get done when I leave!" Because so much stuff isn't getting done unless I do it while I'm there! But oh yeah, that's not my fucking problem! Unless like Karen says, it's going to by my store again in a couple of years. Damn it. I do care.
Bastards.
On a completely different topic, I finally got to finish my book after leaving it at Ben's. I was completely disappointed. In reading the last few pages, I had the ending totally mis-interpreted, and it sucked. I mean it was good, a fitting ending to the novel, but not what I wanted. That's the unfortunate part to being a romance novel addict. I just want everyone to fall in love in the end, is that so bad? To want people to love? I don't think so.
Today I have to get ready, need to meet dad in two hours exactly, haven't gotten dressed yet, and I have a two hour and fifteen minute drive ahead. He was late last time. It's my turn
Love you biatches
r
posted by Captain Awesome at 10/28/2004 09:54:00 AM
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