Under Duress...
This section of the post, I'm writing after getting beaten in the face at 9 o'clock this morning by a certain young LADY that I know (coughcoughMichellecoughcough). Granted, I like waking up, but not when she's assaulting me with a bludgeoned object. Anyways, after the last post, I have to give special thanks to wonderful wonderful Michelle (was that enough wonderfuls? if not, let me know), who pulled enough confidence out of her ass to give me to about my job. Yes, I did get it. So, unavoidably, she will think it's all cause of her. Well thank you, Michelle, thank you.
I've been talking to my parents, and they're planning on putting out alot of money for me to move up there. They're paying for me to get some living room furniture, an apartment, food, necessities, hookers, a bank account and checks and stuff, and various other things. Now I only have to find a place to stay. I wish Sara would get back to me so I know what the hell I'm doing next weekend.
I've been talking to my parents, and they're planning on putting out alot of money for me to move up there. They're paying for me to get some living room furniture, an apartment, food, necessities, hookers, a bank account and checks and stuff, and various other things. Now I only have to find a place to stay. I wish Sara would get back to me so I know what the hell I'm doing next weekend.