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9/22 - off, art class 7-9
9/23 - off
9/24 - 8am to 2:30
9/25 - 10am to 5
9/26 - off
9/27 - 12:15 to 6:30
9/28 - 8am to 4:30
9/29 - 8am to 3:30, art class 7-9
9/30 - off
10/1 - 8am to 3:30
That is my work/art schedule for the next week and a half. 351-1772 is my cell phone number. 319-0258 is my home phone number. Here is the deal:
In exactly two weeks, I will be on a plane to Portland, Oregon with Michael Fambro and as of right now, I am fed up with most everything. I don't feel like listening much to other people's problems or dealing with bullshit that makes me unhappy. If I have a problem with anything, you will know. I have two weeks left in the town I grew up in before I move to another city for good. Mikie and I hope to come back for a week and a half at most for Christmas, but that is it. From this day on, I come first. I don't mean this in a narcissistic way. What I mean is that I am not going to call you. I am not going to make plans. If I mean anything to you and if you want to see me or talk to me before I leave, you call me. If I'm not worth a call to you, you're not worth it to me. I do not have the patience to make plans or leave voicemails, trying to squeeze in everyone before I go. I have no problem leaving without saying good bye. I've done it before.
Your job is to decide whether or not you care enough to see me before I pack up my clothes, break all my ties and leave this city in dust. Look at my schedule, think of a time and place, call me and I'll be glad to see you. But I have too much serious shit to deal with, an entire life to throw away + another to build and I cannot and will not go out of my way for people. I'm sorry if this all seems overdramatic, but this is just the way I need things.
Other than that announcement, my life isn't really worth writing about. I'm just counting the days until my next pay check, until my last day of work, until I box and fold up what's left of myself.
Alethea.
[a personal note to Travis] We're definitely on for Friday at 3 o'clock.
9/23 - off
9/24 - 8am to 2:30
9/25 - 10am to 5
9/26 - off
9/27 - 12:15 to 6:30
9/28 - 8am to 4:30
9/29 - 8am to 3:30, art class 7-9
9/30 - off
10/1 - 8am to 3:30
That is my work/art schedule for the next week and a half. 351-1772 is my cell phone number. 319-0258 is my home phone number. Here is the deal:
In exactly two weeks, I will be on a plane to Portland, Oregon with Michael Fambro and as of right now, I am fed up with most everything. I don't feel like listening much to other people's problems or dealing with bullshit that makes me unhappy. If I have a problem with anything, you will know. I have two weeks left in the town I grew up in before I move to another city for good. Mikie and I hope to come back for a week and a half at most for Christmas, but that is it. From this day on, I come first. I don't mean this in a narcissistic way. What I mean is that I am not going to call you. I am not going to make plans. If I mean anything to you and if you want to see me or talk to me before I leave, you call me. If I'm not worth a call to you, you're not worth it to me. I do not have the patience to make plans or leave voicemails, trying to squeeze in everyone before I go. I have no problem leaving without saying good bye. I've done it before.
Your job is to decide whether or not you care enough to see me before I pack up my clothes, break all my ties and leave this city in dust. Look at my schedule, think of a time and place, call me and I'll be glad to see you. But I have too much serious shit to deal with, an entire life to throw away + another to build and I cannot and will not go out of my way for people. I'm sorry if this all seems overdramatic, but this is just the way I need things.
Other than that announcement, my life isn't really worth writing about. I'm just counting the days until my next pay check, until my last day of work, until I box and fold up what's left of myself.
Alethea.
[a personal note to Travis] We're definitely on for Friday at 3 o'clock.