I know . . . I know it's been a long time comming . . . but soon. Soon my precious.

You know . . . I seriously don't want this Cutco job anymore. I just got off a phone conversation with someone who treated me VERY rudely, and there was absolutely no reason for it.

The conversation went a little something like this (I'm paraphrasing):

Me: "Hi is there ( Read more... )

Ok, so I've had quite the day and it's barely 2:00 ( Read more... )

Well, my life never ceases to be interesting, and in this chapter, we cover my first brush with the law ( Read more... )

You know what the problem is ( Read more... )

I wonder which is worse: not knowing where you are, or not knowing where you're going ( Read more... )

It's official. Today marks 2 years. 2 years since the last time I saw you. What a somber thought - paradoxical as well ( Read more... )

Ah, the good ol' journal. I'm so sorry to have neglected you so long, but I have been a mite busy lately ( Read more... )

This is a fucking sacrilege. I knew Sarah had moved in with her new boyfriend - whom she met in the same place as she met me, might I add - only a week or so after she told me all the reasons why she didn't want to move here and why she didn't want to move away from home. And now she's in fucking Long Island ( Read more... )

My life certainly has it's ups and downs, and right now work is a little of both. I'm getting more hours, which is good in a way because it means more money. But it also means far less time to dedicate to my schoolwork. For instance, I got to work at 2 and got out at 11. 9 hours is far too much time to be wasting there, especially since I had to ( Read more... )