Last year I worked a really boring job in the Church St mall in Burlington. I had a lot of free time on my hands so I did a lot of writing. No one has read any of it (aside from one exception) and I really I want to put it up somewhere ( Read more... )

How about you go outside and play hide and go fuck yourself?

(no, nobody here, nobody that ever read here, unless this person is a remarkably gifted google-searcher)

Another semester gone, another job almost gone, and my third full decade on the cusp of beginning ( Read more... )

I seem to have trouble with the 'moving on' phase of rejection.

Also, what the fuck happened to this DECADE? It's OVER. Crazy.

It's in the frakkin ship!

When I die, I want everyone at my funeral to be wearing the snazziest clothes they own. None of this black suit black dress black skirt depressing bullshit. I want fedoras and tuxedos and puffy prom dresses and flappers. I want hilarious shirt.woot t-shirts and transformer jackets and top hats.

Send me out in style.

I was so young that day.

Things continue to go well. Had an interview at TGIFriday's today, a friend of mine from last semester works there so I feel I may have a better chance. I have another interview on Tuesday, as I am leaving for the family reunion in the morning and I'm not 100% sure I'll be back Monday, depending on air travel conditions for my sister ( Read more... )

I have a job, sorta. Temp work at Avis but it's a job. Bunch of apps still out, kids are starting to leave burlington for school so maybe I'll get a real one ( Read more... )

Well that explains everything!