Cannot sleep. And I'm not sure I want to anymore.

You know, I really hate writing personal recommendations on job applications. Why do you want to know who my friends are? They might be drop-dead drug addicts, down and out in Paris and London, but as long as they have a phone number, it's totally fine to get a recommendation from them ( Read more... )

I applied for work as a librarian's page (read: whipped bitch). If I got it, I'd get starting 7.50/hr, which is a major cut, but I'd be surrounded by amazing books and media all fucking day! I'm very excited. I need to start reading more. I've already read two volumes of the Psychic Academy, and I bought the INXS autobiography for .50. I'm on ( Read more... )

Friday the 13th didn't go so bad. I'm thinking about quitting Vector, already. It's kind of stressing me out a little. I don't want to expend my own resources to make money, so I didn't show up for training today. Besides, it's not like I'm getting paid for this training. And it'll still be on my resume ( Read more... )

I've also cut my hair again.

Okay, I got the job. I sell knives now ( Read more... )

Job interview in an hour and a half. I am SO NERVOUS.

I hope I don't fuck up and I actually get 17.00/hour.

Fuck.

Happy birthday to me.

Just like the white-winged dove.... oooh, oooh, ooooooooooooh.

I thought I was doing okay with packing until I came to my CD's. My father wanted all the music gone, so I went from at least twenty two gigabytes worth of backed-up music to 1.98 GB... and I'm running out of CD holders ( Read more... )