Also available on my myspace, if anyone's interested ( Read more... )

Sometimes, you feel like dancin'.

Maybe ain't nothin' to dance to,

maybe ain't no one to dance with.

But smoulderin' hellfire and neon earthflame,

you just gotta dance.

Yeah, I'm a dirty liar. I apologize, journal; I didn't mean to be so harsh baby. I loves you ( Read more... )

So, at 5:30 this morning, my grandfather passed away. He passed away on the one day that, if I don't go to work, I will lose my job. Physical inventory night. I can't even go be with my grandmother or I'll be out of a job ( Read more... )

Haven't used this thing in forever...that may be a good thing, really. Though, I do miss writing in some form, and this is a simple and convenient one ( Read more... )

I am...sick. Possibly allergies brought on by this new house, or a plain old sinus infection, or something else entirely. In any case, my meaty corporeal husk is suffering from some very unpleasant mechanical problems. Caused me to stay home from work yesterday ( Read more... )

The move is, more or less, complete. Today was...incredible. It is as though a thousand mouths cry out in pain, and are channeled into one's ear for about ten straight hours. Now, however, begins the much longer, and probably more agonizing, process of unpacking and setting up the house. I weep for my poor room and the tortures I'm going to force ( Read more... )

The move is finally over come Friday, thankfully. Packing between work shifts has been frantic, manic, and a host of other harsh adjectives. My room is empty, and I've found photographs and letters and objects I haven't seen in two years. It's fun, in a way...just that one way, and horriffic in many others ( Read more... )

Got my car back today, thankfully - so I feel better regarding that, though it was awfully, hurtfully, godlessly expensive. So...I continue working, and I'll recoup my losses.

Meanwhile, packing continues. The move is still in the works, sloppy and volatile though it may be. It will end soon, and that will be, as they say, that.

My car is, for lack of a better word, incapacitated. In fact, that's a pretty good word for describing what it is; it is incapacitated. Not dead, just down. So, I couldn't hoof it to work today...which..freaked me out, and bummed me a bit as well. Of course, my car takes its break on a payday ( Read more... )