Good Night and Good Luck
I was out shopping last week at Ross with my daughter's grandma (ex's mom) and we were both in the bra aisle, trying in vain to find something that was our respective sizes...there were separators to keep the sizes apart...but it was a mess. There were A sizes in the D part of the rack and vice versa. Finally, Sharon comes over to me and says:
Geez...the only way to get what you need in this store is to go over to the saleslady, lift your shirt up and say: Hey!! I want one of these!
O.o
Also, they bought me a digital camera for Christmas!! I couldn't believe it. It's a nice one too...a Canon Powershot A520...4.0 megapixels! So yeah, been having fun with that...
Well, now for the grand finale.
This is the last journal entry I am putting into this journal. I'm not going to delete it. I don't have the heart to do that yet. I am going to create a new one...but that won't be for a while. I can't give you a definite time...it could be one month or it could be six months. Or it could be longer...
I don't want to get into too much detail. I will say that just four months in social service has burned me out. I am now anxiety-ridden, manic depressive, obsessive compulsive, agoraphobic, and a whole host of other shit that I need to work through and work out so I can get my life together.
Thanks to everyone who has been there for me throughout the years. I will miss you.
Geez...the only way to get what you need in this store is to go over to the saleslady, lift your shirt up and say: Hey!! I want one of these!
O.o
Also, they bought me a digital camera for Christmas!! I couldn't believe it. It's a nice one too...a Canon Powershot A520...4.0 megapixels! So yeah, been having fun with that...
Well, now for the grand finale.
This is the last journal entry I am putting into this journal. I'm not going to delete it. I don't have the heart to do that yet. I am going to create a new one...but that won't be for a while. I can't give you a definite time...it could be one month or it could be six months. Or it could be longer...
I don't want to get into too much detail. I will say that just four months in social service has burned me out. I am now anxiety-ridden, manic depressive, obsessive compulsive, agoraphobic, and a whole host of other shit that I need to work through and work out so I can get my life together.
Thanks to everyone who has been there for me throughout the years. I will miss you.