and I'm not sure it's the right one. But it's a better solution than what I have going now. I'm going to greatly reduce the hours of my soul-sucking retail job and dedicate my time to my moms business. It's a little scary for me, since I'd essentially be working on commission and I'm terrified of talking to people and cold-calling. But I hate my
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In a good way. Kind of. As I'm sure all of you have noticed, the economy sucks right now. And since I work retail, and retail has been doing particularly badly, my hours have been cut drastically. This has given me more free time than I really know how to handle. I mean, really three days off in a row? What am I supposed to do with that
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I'm starting a sort of project-y thing, and I need your help. I want to compile a little booklet of the good restaurants in the area, but my little brain can't think of everything. So, what are your favorite restaurants here, in the newport beach/costa mesa area? Or anywhere else (I'll have a section for not-home, too)
that I'm still alive, and that I'm still blogging with a fairly consistant basis over at blogger. It's not normal stuff, it's weird, it's surreal, it's silly.
hey, I'm alive. This is going to be a very silly post, but I just can't stop laughing about it. (Mild spoiler for the new Battlecrack webisodes, but is doesn't effect plot or anything. I'm still putting it under a cut, though, just in case some people *caugh*rita*caugh* really don't want even the most minor of spoilers)
I'm going to Scotland for 3 weeks. There's food in my refrigerator. /good/ food. Please, can you all make sure that when I come back it isn't fuzzy? I would be much obliged. There's also cake on the counter right now if anyone gets here in the next few days. It's a little dry, so you'll need to drink it with the gallon of milk
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