Last night was INSANE:

I rushed home after work to meet the guy who was taking my extra cat carriers. He arrives a few minutes after I do, and I ran outside to meet him. Picture, if you will: an old man driving an old, two-colored Dodge pick-up. Yes!

After I handed over the carriers we got to talking and he tells me that he's off to Maine for work ( Read more... )

Here they are, kids.

Speakeasy, 2009 (Shhhhh...)

Have decided after months of pointless agonizing about where to escape and relax that my best chance at rest would be to stay in Boston and make the best of my life...especially once I came to the realization that without quite noticing it I've managed to build a life here that's pretty good...

And so the apartment search commences..

A good friend ( Read more... )

I buzzed my head and it feels amazing!!!

Here are some pics of my apartment in Boston and my head shaving adventure:
http://community.webshots.com/album/561187485QqpNAK

Living in the new apartment with Crispy and Bitch is sooooo much better than living in JP. Not that I minded my two (good) roommates, but the third was a douchetard, the apartment was dark and cramped, I didn't like JP, and the whole place was just associated with bad memories for me (tumor scare, being desperately poor and depressed...) The new ( Read more... )

Some pics I haven't gotten the word out about yet ( Read more... )

So a guy at work today called me a retard when a told him he still owed EF money. This was of course right after a call where the woman on the other end informed me that I was "just a low customer service person" and demanded to speak with my supervisor. All this was almost made up for by the fact that on my first call of the day the guy tried to ( Read more... )

I finally stopped taking the Morphine a week ago, right after I had the bottle refilled. My last day on it was actually spent working at UNO's on Superbowl night. It was dead and the only 3 servers on were: a girl on Morphine, another girl who had only been out of the hospital for a week after being diagnosed with epilepsy, and some guy. It was a ( Read more... )

According to my roommates, not only do I giggle like an evil school girl in my sleep, but I also sing. As in, "La la la!"

Well, at least I'm a happy sleeper, because since yesterday morning all I'm feeling is scared with the occasional moment of absolute panic.

I finally have escaped from Douchee, and now I'll working at UNOs as a server. I'm slowly working up the ladder of shit jobs to something I actually want to work. At this rate I should be working a job where I can speak Japanese by 80 ( Read more... )