Last night I tripped over some piece of metal in the yard at the house where we were partying and fucked my arm up. The fact that I'm actually able to type surprises me; I can't even turn a fucking door knob handle with my left arm without earning a spasm of pain. Dominic and I broke up; he stole my debit card while I was at work and used it to ( Read more... )

Lately, I've been spending a large amount of time with a different clique. Same group, but a different clique. Since the three of us ate tabs together, every weekend since - for perhaps a month - I've spent with Dominic and Glen, basically, while during the week I begun seeing Dom, Nathan, and Randy. These boys are wild, and their flaws are ( Read more... )

Rent due in two days; still no job. I think I'm going to lie to my father and say the two hundred dollars I have to contribute is, actually, money I earned through temp jobs. Of course, I would really rather not do that, because I love my grandmother and I believe in giving credit where credit is due. Anyway, here's my master plan for turning my ( Read more... )

Ozzfest is tomorrow. Surprisingly, I'm not incredibly excited. I have nothing nice to wear, and I have no money to spend at the music festival, which will make the experience much less "festive" for me. Besides, since I had the money saved since Christmas, and have had the tickets for weeks and weeks, I've really just used up all my available ( Read more... )

Savannah turned twenty-one last night, which is wonderful, because now once I have money I'm taking her bar-hopping. Matt works nights during the week, and Zack's snoozing before work the next day, so maybe they wouldn't mind us going without their under-aged selves. Going to bars is fun, particularly since it's one of the few type of places left ( Read more... )

Apparently, I'm not qualified to answer phones. Apparently, I'm not qualified to type; a position once thought to be easy and degrading enough to be a valid occupation for women, along with checking people's blood pressure and passing out peanuts on an airplane. Apparently, all those computer, word processing, and web design classes I took in ( Read more... )

I learned something today. No matter how much pain my muscles are in a hour after I wake up, I should never, ever, ever pop a muscle relaxer. Not thirty minutes after the pill kicked in, I conked out on my couch from nine till one o' clock this morning. Now I feel like I've just woke up after being given morphine, or some kind of anesthesia. ( Read more... )

I failed my home drug test. Cocaine and trace amounts of marijuana appear to be coursing through my system, which tells me that Golden Seal is pure crap. "It takes a week to work," Zack insisted, but then why the fuck is there still THC in my system? I ate five pills over a week ago, I'm sure of it. Anyway, I'm glad I didn't try to give my own ( Read more... )

If I want a job, then I have it. It's a Monday through Friday position, weekends off, and the pay will probably be better than the amount my boyfriend earns (being three years older, with a diploma I didn't buy and at least a little college education, I feel obliged to make more than him or what was the point?) There are two minor and two major ( Read more... )

Today I went to the clinic, and was given that horrible, woman's torture treatment that is required for a birth control prescription. I haven't had one in four years, so I needed one, but that didn't make me any happier about getting it. The good news is my doctor (or "nurse practitioner") is almost one hundred percent positive that I am disease ( Read more... )