Game over ( Read more... )

So I noticed that I cannot write when I'm happy.
Hence my journaling absence.
I mean, I've been unhappy for bursts the past few months.
But not like...not happy...
Life, in general, is still good.
So then, when Euan brings up this 2012 bullshit and reminds me of all of the ways Dr Williamon said the world could end.
Well, I'm writing so it must be bad.
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Well, no ( Read more... )

I want to work in the morning so I have more time with boyfriend, but I want to work in the evening because there are fewer customers to yell at me etc ( Read more... )

So I wasn't lying all of those years ( Read more... )

I wish I could say this wouldn't be another BLARGGIVEMEAJOB post, but I don't like to lie.
So I'll just do my best to talk about something else too.
I hate being idle. I feel like I'm rotting.
Ew.
I should do something productive with my time while I have no job, like start writing something ANYTHING, but I don't.
I just yyb.
Plus, as nice as it is to ( Read more... )

Yes, that's it, the filling is muffin batter. That's why it's gooey.
How bizarre.
So is geos. Which I accidentally entered and am now attempting to play.
Grumble. I should get dressed.
Come hommmmme.
I hope I get hired. I'm not hopeful. But I hope so.

If anyone would like to give me a job organizing their suitcases into the smallest amount of space with optimal access to all necessary things, you would get your moneys worth ( Read more... )

Ridiculous ( Read more... )

And I hate that I feel like I'm bothering people ( Read more... )