Holy shit. So much to tell, so little will to tell it.

I moved to Morganton two weeks ago. New job, very few responsibilities. Boring as fuck, but not as bad as Domino's. Just waiting for the first real paycheck (9 days) to make this worth it. Right now, I'm spending every penny I have because the assholes that run this company are slack with getting me grocery money. Anyways, my roommate is cool ( Read more... )

Though not quite at the pace I would like. Since my hours have been cut, and the job offer from my uncle seems to good to pass up, it looks like I'm moving to Morganton to be a roommate to a client with a severe head injury. This job will be quite a pain in my ass, as it is 24/7, but it's easy at the same time. Mostly a test of patience. Two ( Read more... )

Chocolate Fetish ( Read more... )

Fuck Shawn. I hate doomsayers. "You know your cost of living is going to triple. You won't have a cell phone. Your bill is $180 (which is probably bullshit), but you don't pay that anyways, so huhuh." If all of those other people can make a living in that city, why can't I? Does he want me to stay in this black hole of a town until it is too ( Read more... )

I finally figured it out. Love is taking on the responsibility of someone else's happiness. It doesn't always work both ways, though. Just a thought.

Life-affirmation Phase One: Secure job in Asheville begins tomorrow.

I over-analyze love to try and keep myself from feeling it. The target is always deserving, but it's never reciprocated. I have every reason in the world to love her, except that she only sees me as a friend. One of many. She has a whole community of friends. Why would I think, even for a moment, that they don't all love her as I do? Do I ( Read more... )

Yes. The reality shows of the internet, where insignificant people (like myself) lobby for the attentions of other insignificant people. Seriously, I'm only on a few 'free' sites, and I only regularly check one, but the profiles on these things are annoying, to say the least ( Read more... )

My uncle Shannon killed his wife last Sunday. As in, strangled her until she died. I came home from work to find him sitting in my living room mumbling "I fucked up" over and over again. I find it difficult to feel sorry for either of them, for reasons I will explain below. The only people for whom I am concerned are my grandmother and Shannon' ( Read more... )

Am I single because I don't put myself out there? I have taken chances. Maybe 3 in the past 5 years. Nobody seems to respond when I do spill my guts. Am I going to be desperate enough to throw myself to strangers ( Read more... )