January first. That is my official move-out day ( Read more... )

I can't ever get a break. Just when one more piece of the puzzle comes forth, another one disappears. Soon the whole thing will be gone; nothing will return.

My dreams are being haunted by that which can destroy me.

I will never be able to recover from my mistakes. I will never get the chance.

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So yeah, Dan and I got a joint checking account into which we will both put $400 a month (quite a sizeable portion of my salary) in order to save for an appartment and furnishings. The way we are headed at the moment, it's gonna be a pretty badass place ( Read more... )

Today is my first day off in eight days. In those eight days I worked 73 hours, including a 12-hour day and a 14-hour day. Fucking hell. But I guess that I can't complain. Melissa, the past Beauty Advisor we had, just decided to up and quit last week, so, finally getting the job I was promised when I was hired, I had to jump in and take her place. ( Read more... )

Holy Crap. I have time off from work. Watch out, kids ( Read more... )

"St. Jimmy comes without any shame. He says, 'we're fucked up, but we're not the same.'"

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I walk a lonely road ( Read more... )

I am fucking dirt poor ( Read more... )

What a fucked up two days. (I hate work, by the way ( Read more... )

I think Thursday had to have made it to at least the top ten of worst days in my life ( Read more... )