shaaaa... boopie.
sarah died a few days ago.
i tend to gracefully welcome change... but i'm completely unwillingly. i want to be 5, sitting at the feet of my grandparents. i want to be smiling at my grandfather's stories about chicago, i want to be kidding around with my grandmother. i want to be eating sarah's cookies and wondering how she became so audacious when everyone else seems so afraid.
clarity has a tumor. she's going in for surgery on monday.
seems so silly, saying my rat is getting surgery.
i got a job offer today. i may take it. i'm miserable with denny's. as much as i love the boys and jenn, i don't want to do this anymore. i worked 12 hours last night with a 20 minute break because the manager was being a dick.
here's the story, morning glory: i went to my stepsister's baby shower. i arrived 20 minutes late. i introduce myself to a woman at my table i've already met. she remembered my name, where i went to college, and where i work now. i didn't recall meeting her at all. we get along famously, talking about animals the entire time we were there. i told her i wanted a mastiff and she didn't think i was crazy.
anywho, as i'm leaving, she mentions she has her own dog-walking/sitting business. she says to give her a call if ever i need a job.
so, her impression: this girl was late to an important event. she doesn't remember me, when i vividly remember her. she wants a mastiff because she thinks they're cute...?? she's hired!!
ah, yes. i can be mega-charasmatic when i'm doing things wrong.
i tend to gracefully welcome change... but i'm completely unwillingly. i want to be 5, sitting at the feet of my grandparents. i want to be smiling at my grandfather's stories about chicago, i want to be kidding around with my grandmother. i want to be eating sarah's cookies and wondering how she became so audacious when everyone else seems so afraid.
clarity has a tumor. she's going in for surgery on monday.
seems so silly, saying my rat is getting surgery.
i got a job offer today. i may take it. i'm miserable with denny's. as much as i love the boys and jenn, i don't want to do this anymore. i worked 12 hours last night with a 20 minute break because the manager was being a dick.
here's the story, morning glory: i went to my stepsister's baby shower. i arrived 20 minutes late. i introduce myself to a woman at my table i've already met. she remembered my name, where i went to college, and where i work now. i didn't recall meeting her at all. we get along famously, talking about animals the entire time we were there. i told her i wanted a mastiff and she didn't think i was crazy.
anywho, as i'm leaving, she mentions she has her own dog-walking/sitting business. she says to give her a call if ever i need a job.
so, her impression: this girl was late to an important event. she doesn't remember me, when i vividly remember her. she wants a mastiff because she thinks they're cute...?? she's hired!!
ah, yes. i can be mega-charasmatic when i'm doing things wrong.