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just finished pretty little dirty which, much like summer sisters, reminds me of carla. i won't get into the book details. so. you should get it. its by amanda boyden.
went to jersey this weekend for my dad's uncle's funeral. he was a firefighter so there was a bunch of pomp and circumstance and it was really moving. friday night we had the wake, then saturday was the funeral, and sat afternoon after a reception we drove around clifton where my dad was born. saw the house he grew up in. dad & deedee felt bad that i'd never been in the city so we went to bill's new apartment on west 81st street after spending an hour in traffic on george washington bridge. we got pizza and beer and relaxed for a bit then hit the road. the city is unbelievable. dad drove through times square which was just insane in its own way. it was really amazing.
made it to ct last night then drove back this morning. it's father's day. my dad's dad died when he was 15 or something. i wonder what that was like.
i start again at target tomorrow; orientation from 10-2, and hopefully lots more hours after that. i'm so excited. the hr lady pulled me into her office and whisper said you have your four year degree?! you could be making 44 a year if you wanted to be an exec. you're exactly what we're looking for. exciting but not yet. disney bound. looking for something a little more exciting for now.
although the 44 would be pretty nice.
i was exhausted all day and almost fell asleep at dinner tonight, slept on the carride and came home and passed out. it's 10:00 and my body clock's all fucked up. finished that book. called carla but she couldn't talk but we're mailing each other some things tomorrow. she keeps saying she's finally mailing it but I have no clue what she's talking about.
i need to do my thankyou cards for graduation (I suck). i need to do some less formal writing. i might grab my old journal and bust shit out. i need to. rah. whatever. okay. i'm out. xxooxo
went to jersey this weekend for my dad's uncle's funeral. he was a firefighter so there was a bunch of pomp and circumstance and it was really moving. friday night we had the wake, then saturday was the funeral, and sat afternoon after a reception we drove around clifton where my dad was born. saw the house he grew up in. dad & deedee felt bad that i'd never been in the city so we went to bill's new apartment on west 81st street after spending an hour in traffic on george washington bridge. we got pizza and beer and relaxed for a bit then hit the road. the city is unbelievable. dad drove through times square which was just insane in its own way. it was really amazing.
made it to ct last night then drove back this morning. it's father's day. my dad's dad died when he was 15 or something. i wonder what that was like.
i start again at target tomorrow; orientation from 10-2, and hopefully lots more hours after that. i'm so excited. the hr lady pulled me into her office and whisper said you have your four year degree?! you could be making 44 a year if you wanted to be an exec. you're exactly what we're looking for. exciting but not yet. disney bound. looking for something a little more exciting for now.
although the 44 would be pretty nice.
i was exhausted all day and almost fell asleep at dinner tonight, slept on the carride and came home and passed out. it's 10:00 and my body clock's all fucked up. finished that book. called carla but she couldn't talk but we're mailing each other some things tomorrow. she keeps saying she's finally mailing it but I have no clue what she's talking about.
i need to do my thankyou cards for graduation (I suck). i need to do some less formal writing. i might grab my old journal and bust shit out. i need to. rah. whatever. okay. i'm out. xxooxo