November 14th. One way ticket to Denver.

I am fucking excited. I am anxious as hell. That's the dream right--up and go? So I'm up and going. In a little over a week I am up and fucking going. Holy shit. This should be interesting.

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Wow. I find nothing more daunting than sitting down in front of a computer to type. Suddenly I am inarticulate and boring which in turn leads to a whole avalanche of self-doubt and angst. Since I am what some may call a "grown ass woman" I feel a tremendous amount of guilt and self-loathing when I sit down to post in my livejournal and I end up ( Read more... )

Because instead of going to bed after the fulfilling night drive, I decided to watch Dario Argento's Phenomena. And though as a whole it couldn't compare to Deep Red or Suspiria, the end was more than satisfying and helped to reaffirm my adoration for Daria Nicoladi. That said, I ought to be fast asleep dreaming of the chaos and subsequent ( Read more... )

Here's the deal: if I do not get a new job soon my brain will explode in a fiery, bloody display of what the retail industry, especially the customer service side of it, eventually does. Earlier while browsing government jobs, I found one suited to my skills which are a high school education, computer knowledge and the ability to greet visitors ( Read more... )

I need more nights like Thursday night - indie night at Mary's, John Vanderslice at the Earl, good music, good company, millions of photos (some of which to be posted at some point), and Sweetwater Extra Pale Ale. Though I felt pretty much awful the next day and had to ride the bus then walk home, this was one for the books. Next Saturday I'm ( Read more... )