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My head is still reeling from the past two days. Too much whiskey, too many drugs. Blah. It was my friend Anne's birthday on Thursday, and I woke up the next morning with literally the WORST hangover of my entire life. When I finally tore myself out of bed at 8:30pm, it was right to work...Shots of Wild Turkey and bumps in the bathroom to keep me from falling asleep--I guess it worked out, though, I made 280$
Time to go back to work in 2 hours, and stay there until 3am. Woo. Can't fucking wait. The weekends kill me, I always just end up so fucking worn out and missing my honey.
The good news, though, is that our bank account is growin like a mothafucka. We're up to $5700, with a little less than 2 months to go. Crazy. We reserved our u-haul the other day, which just kinda...finalized everything. Like, look, hey, we're really doing this. We have a date set, we have a plan, we have the money, we're fucking determined. It's going to do both of us a world of good to get the fuck out of this apartment.
I'm counting down the days. Looking foward to having my own real home with Mikey, something we both get to pick out ourselves. Looking foward to having a girl friend again (oh Laurel, this is going to fucking own, I swear), drunken thrift store shopping and cooking huge dinners...But most of all, I'm looking foward to finally doing something I really WANT. I never really wanted to move to SF, it was the northwest all the way. I just did what I had to do for the time being...But I guess it worked out for the best. Now I've got the privledge of waking up next to his cute fucking face every morning.
I'm a lucky, lucky girl.
Or maybe I just earned this shit.
Time to go back to work in 2 hours, and stay there until 3am. Woo. Can't fucking wait. The weekends kill me, I always just end up so fucking worn out and missing my honey.
The good news, though, is that our bank account is growin like a mothafucka. We're up to $5700, with a little less than 2 months to go. Crazy. We reserved our u-haul the other day, which just kinda...finalized everything. Like, look, hey, we're really doing this. We have a date set, we have a plan, we have the money, we're fucking determined. It's going to do both of us a world of good to get the fuck out of this apartment.
I'm counting down the days. Looking foward to having my own real home with Mikey, something we both get to pick out ourselves. Looking foward to having a girl friend again (oh Laurel, this is going to fucking own, I swear), drunken thrift store shopping and cooking huge dinners...But most of all, I'm looking foward to finally doing something I really WANT. I never really wanted to move to SF, it was the northwest all the way. I just did what I had to do for the time being...But I guess it worked out for the best. Now I've got the privledge of waking up next to his cute fucking face every morning.
I'm a lucky, lucky girl.
Or maybe I just earned this shit.