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It has been so long since I have updated this that everytime I went to do it, I just didn't. Basically, what is there to report? Well, I've gotten a super ultra responsibility key to the store. All that means is that now I can come in the back door instead of the front, because I don't ever close or open. I did once. I'm the emergency closer. I suppose I should be flattered I got a key in the first place.
Summer has been a good time for seeing live music - good live music.
Summer has also been a good time for replenishing my wardrobe because I barely ever went shopping during the school year. Mainly because I was broke.
I made a trip over to see Maren for a little while. I want to go back to Chapel Hill atleast once this summer. And both Will and Tory are deserving of a visit at some point or another.
It's hot, gas is really high, and my AC decides only to work when it wants to.
Andy and his dad taught me how to play backgammon, but I just don't have any competitive edge. I prefer games that rely on luck, because then it's not my fault when I lose.
Although I do get out from time to time, the bulk of my time is spent at work. Then I come home and watch Beverly Hills 90210 that I've tivoed from SoapNet. I read a lot of novels, because I know that once school starts back, I'm only going to read a bunch of boring shit. Sometimes, I just feel like total crap.
I'm super-irritated with my dad. It must be a huge inconvenience for him to have one of his kids actually living in the same town as him for a few months. I mean damn. So to spite him, I sent myself some new ring tones. At 25 cents a pop, I know I'm def gonna break the bank. See, even in my passive aggression towards my father, I don't really do much damage. Bottom line, his father's day present has been sitting in the floorboard of my car for 3 fucking weeks, and if he doesn't collect it soon, I'm giving it to Mark because I know when and where I can find him.
I talked to my brother today, and he might have been surprised to hear from me. It was slightly awkward for a few minutes, and then we remembered how to communicate. I just needed to decompress, and he had fresh ears.
I'm so sick of work, and I'm sick of age discrimination. Please do not ask me if I'm confused because I happen to be under the age of 60. Jeremy's advice to me was that everytime some old person patronizes me and assumes i'm incompotent because of my age (which I'm obviously not if they're giving me a key to the fucking store), well anyway, he told me that next time that happens, I should just ask them how many Rx's they're on. I might get my ass fired, and I might not. Considering the hell the women I work with gave this man when he called me a dimwit, I might be able to get away with. How many Rx's are you on? Myself, well I would fall into the 1 to 2 bracket. Would you? Or would it be the 3 to 5? 5 to 7? 10? 15? Even if I did get fired, it might just be worth it.
Summer has been a good time for seeing live music - good live music.
Summer has also been a good time for replenishing my wardrobe because I barely ever went shopping during the school year. Mainly because I was broke.
I made a trip over to see Maren for a little while. I want to go back to Chapel Hill atleast once this summer. And both Will and Tory are deserving of a visit at some point or another.
It's hot, gas is really high, and my AC decides only to work when it wants to.
Andy and his dad taught me how to play backgammon, but I just don't have any competitive edge. I prefer games that rely on luck, because then it's not my fault when I lose.
Although I do get out from time to time, the bulk of my time is spent at work. Then I come home and watch Beverly Hills 90210 that I've tivoed from SoapNet. I read a lot of novels, because I know that once school starts back, I'm only going to read a bunch of boring shit. Sometimes, I just feel like total crap.
I'm super-irritated with my dad. It must be a huge inconvenience for him to have one of his kids actually living in the same town as him for a few months. I mean damn. So to spite him, I sent myself some new ring tones. At 25 cents a pop, I know I'm def gonna break the bank. See, even in my passive aggression towards my father, I don't really do much damage. Bottom line, his father's day present has been sitting in the floorboard of my car for 3 fucking weeks, and if he doesn't collect it soon, I'm giving it to Mark because I know when and where I can find him.
I talked to my brother today, and he might have been surprised to hear from me. It was slightly awkward for a few minutes, and then we remembered how to communicate. I just needed to decompress, and he had fresh ears.
I'm so sick of work, and I'm sick of age discrimination. Please do not ask me if I'm confused because I happen to be under the age of 60. Jeremy's advice to me was that everytime some old person patronizes me and assumes i'm incompotent because of my age (which I'm obviously not if they're giving me a key to the fucking store), well anyway, he told me that next time that happens, I should just ask them how many Rx's they're on. I might get my ass fired, and I might not. Considering the hell the women I work with gave this man when he called me a dimwit, I might be able to get away with. How many Rx's are you on? Myself, well I would fall into the 1 to 2 bracket. Would you? Or would it be the 3 to 5? 5 to 7? 10? 15? Even if I did get fired, it might just be worth it.