I went to a keg party Friday night, and although I didn't plan on drinking much, I found myself faced with a large party of people, eight-five percent of whom were complete strangers to me. Honestly, until I found my confidence in a cup, I didn't have much fun at all. Speaking to drunk strangers when you're sober is not stimulating at all. After ( Read more... )

The government should install life options for people with personality disorders. People with physical disabilities get a paycheck every month; why can't people with mental disabilities? I might be able to walk, but that doesn't mean I'm capable.

So I actually went through the trouble to stop smoking pot, just so I could snag a cushy Monday through Friday, eight AM to five PM job, just to realize that my preferred shift (in fact, the only shift I'm willing to take at this time due to boyfriend and life responsibilities) is almost impossible to get. If I was willing to work twelve hours a ( Read more... )

Alcohol is bad. Cigarettes are evil, poisonous cancer sticks. I've decided to stop fucking around and finally quit both once and for all (although alcohol may be allowed on special occasions, like my birthday and the fourth of July.) I do like that after a drink or two, I have the confidence to socialize and speak to complete strangers, but ( Read more... )

All the good jobs available right now seem to want me to pee in a cup, so I've decided to stop smoking for a few weeks. It'll be good for me; I won't have to worry about failing a drug test, and maybe my sacrifice will prove to my karma how serious I am about having - and keeping - a good job. Maybe I'll actually get one soon. And then I can ( Read more... )

No job yet. If my father was rich, I'd probably given up by now, and requested that my father support me until I could get my "writing dreams" off the ground. I hate searching for a job. And I know I'm horrible at interviewing; I play off being perky and eager so well, until someone says the magic words "Will you be willing to work late evenings ( Read more... )

I think I understand my mother a little better. Friday night Zack purchased two twelve packs of Corona Extra, which was wonderful, even though the next morning I had a slight hangover that had been so lovingly provided by an overindulgence of the Mexican beer. However, late in the night, just before we left Cody's house, Micheal and I somehow ( Read more... )

I don't know what to do. Living in a college town is only beneficial if you are actually a college student. Otherwise, it sucks. The layout of the streets is insane. The highest population of people around are all young and naive and poor. Plus, for every single job available there are dozens of qualified applicants, and dozens of unqualified ( Read more... )

Looking for a job sucks. Particularly since I'm wary of taking on any new position, where I may be forced to work late nights, weekend mornings, or holidays. Not to mention the worst thing, having to deal with customers. Customer service is evil. Honestly, I could give a flying fuck whether or not my customer gets chili on his fries, or if he ( Read more... )

I went to Sam's yesterday to return a movie Zach borrowed. After my return to Zach's, where he had been home from work long enough to shower, the first questions I was asked were, "How long were you there?" and then "Did you do any coke?" The last question was strange because the subject of cocaine had never been brought up during my short twenty ( Read more... )