o hai thar LJ ( Read more... )

Single, working, paying bills. Finally staying above the bills, and soon I'll have a little to spare.

Going to a gay club this weekend with this girl. She really seems to like me, but it's only been a month or two since Chelsea and I broke up.

Meh. Want to hang out?

I am having a pretty much perfect birthday! Everything good that can happen, is. Job interviews, tax returns, good deals, UPS deliveries. And tonight! Out to drink heavily and gamble a little!

I'm so happy I'm 21!!!!

I'm having a good night for once. I'm drinking wine with Cathy (chelsea's mom) and I am getting hammered. Off of wine. Fucking 14.2% alcohol. WOOOHOOOO!!!!!

Fuck I'm drunk. I love you guys.

Things have settled down a bit for the time being. I'm working full time at the package store (my GOD do I ever job hop), and Chelsea is fulltime at Walmart (her too...) and money is getting to be a slightly lesser concern. My new years resolution is simple. To be in as little debt as possible by the end of the year. Sure, there will always be rent ( Read more... )

So much shit happening. Just shit. The little rays of hope are becoming far and few between. I think it's the time of year. I've been thinking a lot. There's so much going on and there is such a long list of things to do that I'm just... overwhelmed. I take on other peoples responsibilities too. Nic is in such rough shape and I'm trying to shoulder ( Read more... )

I am (quite happily) saying adieu to Taftville. Slowly, the apartment is turning into boxes, neatly labeled and taped shut. By the end of the night, everything but a change of clothes and our bed shall remain untouched. Tomorrow morning, we go to the bank to get the money order, pack up our last few things, and go to work. After work, we're picking ( Read more... )

Today I got in touch with my butch side. Wielding a hammer and a large serrated knife, I tore apart the love seat, not that it need much help. Yesterday Chelsea took apart the big couch and we fit it all in the dumpster out back. The love seat is in a pile in the kitchen. I'm waiting for our land lord to leave before we stuff a SECOND piece of ( Read more... )

Pops called at like, 8am, and we went out to breakfast and then to Kohl's so that he could buy shorts. My Uncle is out of prison and has apparently lost his mind. He's living in his car, and he keeps calling my mom and threatening her and yelling at her, telling her that he was behind enemy lines and they tortured him. I mean, he's never liked the ( Read more... )

I'm such a tard sometimes. Chels just left for work and I'm in the middle of watching the third season of The L Word, which just so happens to be the season full of death and lost loves and betrayal and such. So now I'm sitting on the couch by myself, half crying over a sad lesbian TV show. And I've got no one to cuddle with ( Read more... )