Est-ce que tu veux te calmer les nerfs?! Vraiement, people.
Here's a funny story, guys. So, the other day, I'm at my friend Lorna's house, and her friend Emmy says to me "Drea, how come you deleted your journal?" and I replied "well thats news to me!" Of course there are quite a few people who have it in for me, because of jealousy, because they don't like vain people, because they don't like that I'm happy, because I screwed them over at some point in time, because of the attention that I get from important men, dear freaking lord the list could go on from Montreal to the Empire State building. But then I don't really need to ponder the reasons, the fact is I rectified the situation and I'm not gonna feel the need to point fingers because I have a VERY short list of people whom I know have nothing better to do than to delete my journal. GROW THE FUCK UP, bloody hell. Move on, people. Whatever your reasons may be, I've moved on, so should you. Really, bitterness is a cancer, people. Vraiement, on se calme.
The truth of the matter is, I quite like this little journal. I like rambling on about my achievements. Especially now. I'm happy after years of not being. I'm less than a year away from a promotion (that my boss is aware of and supports, might I add), I have a five year plan. Every man in Gentile is dying to know me and years later, I'm over this internet thing. Yes, I can understand that I felt alone a few years back, so I turned to you people. Some of whom I know I can trust still, although I don't often speak with them and others whom I wish the best, because there's no hope for your sad little lives. For the latter, I'm sure you know who you are.
Dealing with this crap always seems to make me feel empowered. Hey, if I can be the I.T. girl and undelete my journal I can marry a rich Chabanel man and buy the whole street. And Meilleur, too, ofcourse. Jayne is moving her office onto the West Island in a couple weeks. Its the end of an era, really. The days of me walking over and sitting in her office are gone. But we all do have to move on, I guess. Its a whole new life. I've moved past my demons, I've left friends behind, whether it be offline or on. I'm responsible. I get to finally be an adult now, and get up every day and go to work. Some days, I just wish I could hide under my covers, because I don't want to go and deal with the reality that I have to face. But when I get there, and I'm hiding in Lucie's office on the phone to Althea and we're plotting how to hide the extra shipping cost that we brought on ourselves with the fuck up we made, I want to die laughing. Because I never saw myself here, doing something that I love so much, I enjoy it even on the shittiest of days. Most people don't get that I'm so young, and work is all I care about. Newsflash: Work will get you anything you want or need. I've always known that.
So if you're bitter because I'm on my way up and you think I'm gonna kick you on the way up there, you're right, my sad sorry little friend.
Ooh, also, I went to Winners yesterday. I never knew what it was all about until then. Its designer clothes at non designer prices. But I'd prefer to pay the price. BUT the fun of it is that its ALL DISORGANIZED. You have to sift through the racks to achieve something. So I did. For once I couldn't just go in and know within 8 seconds. I found a rabit fur leopard print jacket. To be worn to Gentile on Tuesday. Did I mention that Patty is comming with us? She HATES Gentile, but she wants to see my husband and what the fuss is all about. And the fact that I told her Evik was there the other day didn't hurt either. So on Tuesday or Wednesday, Patty, Lucie, Step, Chantal and I are requesting a seat at the front and having lunch. And I bought a Buffalo top and jeans on Friday. Contributing to my future wealth, I like to think of it as.
The truth of the matter is, I quite like this little journal. I like rambling on about my achievements. Especially now. I'm happy after years of not being. I'm less than a year away from a promotion (that my boss is aware of and supports, might I add), I have a five year plan. Every man in Gentile is dying to know me and years later, I'm over this internet thing. Yes, I can understand that I felt alone a few years back, so I turned to you people. Some of whom I know I can trust still, although I don't often speak with them and others whom I wish the best, because there's no hope for your sad little lives. For the latter, I'm sure you know who you are.
Dealing with this crap always seems to make me feel empowered. Hey, if I can be the I.T. girl and undelete my journal I can marry a rich Chabanel man and buy the whole street. And Meilleur, too, ofcourse. Jayne is moving her office onto the West Island in a couple weeks. Its the end of an era, really. The days of me walking over and sitting in her office are gone. But we all do have to move on, I guess. Its a whole new life. I've moved past my demons, I've left friends behind, whether it be offline or on. I'm responsible. I get to finally be an adult now, and get up every day and go to work. Some days, I just wish I could hide under my covers, because I don't want to go and deal with the reality that I have to face. But when I get there, and I'm hiding in Lucie's office on the phone to Althea and we're plotting how to hide the extra shipping cost that we brought on ourselves with the fuck up we made, I want to die laughing. Because I never saw myself here, doing something that I love so much, I enjoy it even on the shittiest of days. Most people don't get that I'm so young, and work is all I care about. Newsflash: Work will get you anything you want or need. I've always known that.
So if you're bitter because I'm on my way up and you think I'm gonna kick you on the way up there, you're right, my sad sorry little friend.
Ooh, also, I went to Winners yesterday. I never knew what it was all about until then. Its designer clothes at non designer prices. But I'd prefer to pay the price. BUT the fun of it is that its ALL DISORGANIZED. You have to sift through the racks to achieve something. So I did. For once I couldn't just go in and know within 8 seconds. I found a rabit fur leopard print jacket. To be worn to Gentile on Tuesday. Did I mention that Patty is comming with us? She HATES Gentile, but she wants to see my husband and what the fuss is all about. And the fact that I told her Evik was there the other day didn't hurt either. So on Tuesday or Wednesday, Patty, Lucie, Step, Chantal and I are requesting a seat at the front and having lunch. And I bought a Buffalo top and jeans on Friday. Contributing to my future wealth, I like to think of it as.