My life is filled with boredom. There is never anything to do in my apartment except for watch stupid TV shows, play with my cat, sleep, or play pinochle on the computer. I think Mike and I need some space apart from each other. The close quarters are driving us up a wall ( Read more... )

Both my mental and physical health are feeling very frail right now, but I don't know when they'll get the time to recouperate. I'm being worked like crazy right now, and all of that time on my feet kills. I love being a cashier, but work is sucking the soul out of me again. Maybe I do need to get a job at Henry's. Would it be any better? ( Read more... )

I've been a little on the down side lately. It's just that I hate Phoenix. I hate not having a car. I hate not having any friends of my own here, because everyone that I hang out with is Mike's friend. They may like me and all, and I certainly really like most of them, yet their loyalty will always be to Mike. I guess I'm just feeling very ( Read more... )

Well Veronica is moving out, which Mike and I are quite happy about. Sagewood Apartments (where we live) is letting us move into a one bedroom apartment at the beginning of August, so it'll be our place. For two people afraid of commitment we're doing well. Oh, and Veronica is giving us her half of next month's rent plus the $150 that it'll cost ( Read more... )

Well, my mom found me a free phone online from some old lady who lives in Sun City West, so I've got a phone again. Call me! We'll do lunch. (Not really, because I'm broke ( Read more... )

Things at the apartment have come together nicely, except for the fact that we don't have and at this time cannot afford the internet. So in order to use the 'net I have to come to my parents' house ( Read more... )

So today marks my official moving out day from my parents' place to Mike and Veronica's. I'm in the process of boxing up my most important things and loading them into the car. This is one of the most bittersweet moments that I've ever experienced ( Read more... )

I can't get rid of Arizona.
I can't afford to go back to NYU.
I can only afford pain, tears, and loneliness.

I stayed out all night at Mike's, and I just dropped him off at work. I don't know how he's going to work until 3:30 as exhausted as he is. :( Anyway, just as I got to Trader Joe's my mom calls me. And of course she's pissed, because honestly I haven't done shit this whole month and a half of being home. But I want to start. My point here is ( Read more... )

I'm ready to pick up the pieces of my life.
I just hope that I didn't speak too soon on this one.