Someone's always tellin me I'm no good ( Read more... )

I was reading some of my posts from last year about the deterioration of my relationship with Jimmy. How quickly did it go from a half-assed attempt to be friends to his declaration of my being a psychotic bitch (which of course, has nothing to do with his being a weak-willed child, but let's not go into that right now).

Then I read a post sunhawk had ( Read more... )

One interview today. Hopefully I have it, even though the idea of being there for at least six months makes me cringe.

One interview tomorrow and one more Wednesday.

Hopefully some of that mud will end up sticking to the wall.

ETA, 9:02 pm: Turns out the interview coming up tomorrow (Wed) is for what's most likely a scam company. Should have ( Read more... )

From OKCupid:

The Stiletto
Deliberate Brutal Sex Master (DBSM)

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Back at my old house in New Jersey, I received a package. From Jimmy, my parents told me. Amazingly enough, he spent his own money to send it. He must have gotten lucky on the slots last weekend.

"It's long and thin," my father said. My dresses...the bastard finally sent back my dresses, I thought. Sure enough, that night when he finally ( Read more... )

Right before I woke up this morning, I had a really strange dream. In it, Jimmy and I were walking around Atlantic City. Well, it wasn't really Atlantic City, but a Dreamscape version of it ( Read more... )

Waiting to get a pizza delivered before I head out to Palm Beach proper for one last chance to get my ass lucky mingle with the locals, so I have a little time to write to you out there ( Read more... )

Well, as I just said to tequilatamm, I was wrong, it's not the Baby Phat gold sandals he has, it's my Betsey Johnson copper glitter sandals. Either way, he's still a spineless prick. He won't even tell me how much it's going to run me C.O.D. Which is about what I expected of him ( Read more... )

Well, I'm supposedly getting my shoes back. Here's the lovely e-mail:

(Edit, 3/21, 4:35am: Deleted the e-mail, not for the sake of protecting his privacy, which I don't give a crap about, but for the sake of my healing. It hurts to read it, even pasted in my LJ.)So naturally I texted him, telling him that I wouldn't have to be a psychotic bitch ( Read more... )