I guess I'm going to be going to the laundramat. That stupid dryer didn't dry my clothes AGAIN ( Read more... )

Today I am having my house warming party, which means I have to finish cleaning. And I ran out of quarters and the stupid dryer didn't DRY my clothes. Feck. Lindsey is hopefully coming up, I'm excited about that. We went to a bar after Sarah's wedding and Justin and her made me laugh so hard I got like, heartburn. Ha. Ouch. Anyways, CALL ME ( Read more... )

I just got off work. Yes, 2 am. It's going to be the normal thing now. I miss snuggling Justin already. But this is what the full time job life is about. And I'm going to make bank, with some probable over time! YESSSSSSSSSS.

Yeah I work a lot of hours lately. Uh huh, I got a raise and I'm a manager. I guess I'll see you around.

PS- here's to sleeping alone. have a drink.

I silently wish you were dead.

I love my new apartment. It's a complete mess right now with boxes and stuff everywhere. But the window seat is nice for naps. I have no privacy because I have to curtains or anything yet. Justin bought me a new shower head for my shower because the other one sucked. Unfortunately there's not much water pressure... but it's much better than it ( Read more... )

It looks like I didn't get paid for a bunch of hours... again... and I really need that money! I'm applying for jobs left and right. Anything for at least a temporary amount of time.

It's ninety fucking three degrees outside and I have no airconditioner. I feel like murdering someone. Like my parents? Perhaps. Buy me a damn air conditioner, you vacationing sonsabitches! They're going to Victoria for a week and the San Juan islands for a week. I'm boiling alive in my stupid ass apartment trying to save money. Hopefully my ( Read more... )

I am moving this weekend. Anyone want to help? My parents are coming Saturday to 'help'. I just want them to buy me some bar stools.

I really want to get a little gray bunny rabbit and name it Nickles. I don't want to pay a pet deposit though. But I want some company.

dear lance,
I hate you,
I hope you get ants
in your pants
and get slapped by a pretty girl.
...and shit on by birds.
(oh ps- I hope you get fired!)