no more of that.
So that was my childish he-he-look-what-I-have entry. I won't let it happen again.
So I have a car now and life is good. I bought a 1997 Toyota Camry. I paid a little more than it's worth but I am okay with it because I love the car. Getting insurance, the tag and title and paying the taxes on it was mad crazy expensive and a giant pain in my ass since I'm on my own and it all goes solely into my name. It sucks bein a youngin' alone in the world. But it's all good because it's mine all mine and it's about damn time.
They switched me to the day shift this week at work since the kid who usually works days moved away. I'm pretty happy with this change, I don't have to close as often and days are slower than nights, naturally. Plus I'm getting more hours and I have my evenings back to do with what I wish, except Saturday and Sunday because I work doubles those days. This job has definately become a pain in my ass, though. I fantasize about walking out nearly every day, and last weekend I almost did just that. Bah, time to look for a new one..
So Mike has joined us at the apartment. He was planning on moving in soon but the other night it kind of all just happened at once, parents can be such assholes. The last two days we've been organizing stuff and rearranging my (our..?) room. Last night I had to go through all of the unpacked things from my Mom's house and get rid of everything that wasn't essential because there just isn't room. It was pretty hard, seeing my whole childhood and history go out the door in boxes. I kept the important stuff, or rather convinced myself the stuff I got rid of wasn't important. Hohum.
I need to eat something now.
stacey
So I have a car now and life is good. I bought a 1997 Toyota Camry. I paid a little more than it's worth but I am okay with it because I love the car. Getting insurance, the tag and title and paying the taxes on it was mad crazy expensive and a giant pain in my ass since I'm on my own and it all goes solely into my name. It sucks bein a youngin' alone in the world. But it's all good because it's mine all mine and it's about damn time.
They switched me to the day shift this week at work since the kid who usually works days moved away. I'm pretty happy with this change, I don't have to close as often and days are slower than nights, naturally. Plus I'm getting more hours and I have my evenings back to do with what I wish, except Saturday and Sunday because I work doubles those days. This job has definately become a pain in my ass, though. I fantasize about walking out nearly every day, and last weekend I almost did just that. Bah, time to look for a new one..
So Mike has joined us at the apartment. He was planning on moving in soon but the other night it kind of all just happened at once, parents can be such assholes. The last two days we've been organizing stuff and rearranging my (our..?) room. Last night I had to go through all of the unpacked things from my Mom's house and get rid of everything that wasn't essential because there just isn't room. It was pretty hard, seeing my whole childhood and history go out the door in boxes. I kept the important stuff, or rather convinced myself the stuff I got rid of wasn't important. Hohum.
I need to eat something now.
stacey