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I don't write in my livejournal anymore. Thats okay, I don't have much to say, seeing as I don't really do so much anymore, and I see maybe 5 people with any degree of frequency.
Let see: School = Nope.
Work = Ehh.
Boy = YESSSSS
House = Merrhhhhhh.
Rain = Grrr.
I am putting some thought into cutting my hours at work. It kinda makes me cranky to be there so much, and not in a "i dont want to be working" sort of way, more like a "i spend 40 hours a week in a place where nothing is simple, or organized, employees are rediculously irresponsible, and these things make me angry" sort of way. I'm thinking some volunteering, or maybe super part time somewhere else? A book shop? Trader Joes? We'll see. Maybe take up yoga... rock climbing... actually cycle once in awhile....
The boy? He's great.
Oh! I've moved! I have my "starter apartment"!!! So Ive never lived in an apartment before, this one is pretty damn big (except for my filthy little bathroom), so I don't really notice too much difference. We had a party saturday night, well, no, we had a get together, and then Mr Kyle Shank brought the party. That sassy fool. Great times, i think, I stopped forming memories pretty early on in the evening. Oh and my upstairs neighbor is CRAZZZZZY (in a good way) she came to visit, and she had a 2 minute rant about how much she loved the word "Fuck" hahahahaha too cute.
its raining, thats sad.
Let see: School = Nope.
Work = Ehh.
Boy = YESSSSS
House = Merrhhhhhh.
Rain = Grrr.
I am putting some thought into cutting my hours at work. It kinda makes me cranky to be there so much, and not in a "i dont want to be working" sort of way, more like a "i spend 40 hours a week in a place where nothing is simple, or organized, employees are rediculously irresponsible, and these things make me angry" sort of way. I'm thinking some volunteering, or maybe super part time somewhere else? A book shop? Trader Joes? We'll see. Maybe take up yoga... rock climbing... actually cycle once in awhile....
The boy? He's great.
Oh! I've moved! I have my "starter apartment"!!! So Ive never lived in an apartment before, this one is pretty damn big (except for my filthy little bathroom), so I don't really notice too much difference. We had a party saturday night, well, no, we had a get together, and then Mr Kyle Shank brought the party. That sassy fool. Great times, i think, I stopped forming memories pretty early on in the evening. Oh and my upstairs neighbor is CRAZZZZZY (in a good way) she came to visit, and she had a 2 minute rant about how much she loved the word "Fuck" hahahahaha too cute.
its raining, thats sad.