Holding On To Broken Hearts, Memories Are What's Left Of Us
At work again - waiting for 11pm. Marcia (one of my co-workers) is meeting me here in the building just before eleven and then Rachel will be picking us up outside - we're hitting On The Rocks tonight ... possibly with Blake and his friends.
Had a good time in Syracuse with the boys this past weekend - it was nice to see Scrot again, I just wish we didn't have to travel 4 hours to do so.
My return from Syracuse was met with unwanted and unexpected word from Jimmy. I came home to two messages from him - one left on Myspace sometime Friday night asking if we could set something up so he could retrieve his belongings, and the second left on Facebook sometime Saturday night that read, "miss ya, love ya. maybe we could hook up again and work some stuff out." Asshole.
I'm thinking of expanding my job search from New England to the entire United States. I'm discouraged by the fact that I'll have been graduated from college for two years come May, and have yet to find something better than administrative work in a hospital.
I miss Barry.
Providence should be a good time on Saturday - I'll be there for the day visiting Shorty. We're going to get food and probably hit up the mall for a little bit. I want to take her to Fire and Ice because it's amazing - I just hope she hasn't been there yet, cause I love introducing people to new things.
The Superbowl is going to suck - I'm just in it for the commercials. Speaking of which - Christian, if you're going to Fred and Dan's would you want to drive up together? I'll probably be giving you the silent treatment because I'm still mad at you, but we could totally listen to music and stuff. Let me know =)
My parents have arranged for a weekend away in Atlantic City at the end of April - I'm pretty stoked because I haven't been to a casino that's not named Foxwoods or Mohegan Sun. Hopefully my poker skills will be good enough for play outside of the lovely state of Connecticut.
Marcia just called work asking me if I would want to meet one of her boyfriend's friends. I asked her what he was like - her response, "He's tall and Italian ... I think." I'm sold. Perhaps he beats women or maybe he's got a psyhcosomatic personality ... but it's alright because he's tall and Italian. The girl cracks me up.
Two more hours and I'm out. I guess I should try and do something productive ...
Had a good time in Syracuse with the boys this past weekend - it was nice to see Scrot again, I just wish we didn't have to travel 4 hours to do so.
My return from Syracuse was met with unwanted and unexpected word from Jimmy. I came home to two messages from him - one left on Myspace sometime Friday night asking if we could set something up so he could retrieve his belongings, and the second left on Facebook sometime Saturday night that read, "miss ya, love ya. maybe we could hook up again and work some stuff out." Asshole.
I'm thinking of expanding my job search from New England to the entire United States. I'm discouraged by the fact that I'll have been graduated from college for two years come May, and have yet to find something better than administrative work in a hospital.
I miss Barry.
Providence should be a good time on Saturday - I'll be there for the day visiting Shorty. We're going to get food and probably hit up the mall for a little bit. I want to take her to Fire and Ice because it's amazing - I just hope she hasn't been there yet, cause I love introducing people to new things.
The Superbowl is going to suck - I'm just in it for the commercials. Speaking of which - Christian, if you're going to Fred and Dan's would you want to drive up together? I'll probably be giving you the silent treatment because I'm still mad at you, but we could totally listen to music and stuff. Let me know =)
My parents have arranged for a weekend away in Atlantic City at the end of April - I'm pretty stoked because I haven't been to a casino that's not named Foxwoods or Mohegan Sun. Hopefully my poker skills will be good enough for play outside of the lovely state of Connecticut.
Marcia just called work asking me if I would want to meet one of her boyfriend's friends. I asked her what he was like - her response, "He's tall and Italian ... I think." I'm sold. Perhaps he beats women or maybe he's got a psyhcosomatic personality ... but it's alright because he's tall and Italian. The girl cracks me up.
Two more hours and I'm out. I guess I should try and do something productive ...