So uhh... yeah
I guess I don't update this enough. But who actually reads my LJ? I mean fuck. No one comments. Do I not write anything worth commenting about? I guess my life is pretty boring
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So I guess I like my job. I mean, it's pretty easy. I stopped calling myself a 'telesurveyer' because that makes me sound as annoying as I really probably am. I call myself a 'market researcher' which is technically correct, but I dunno. I call random people and try to get them to do surveys. I go by the name of Elizabeth Geddie because I don't like the idea of people I don't know knowing my name. So like... all my lovely American friends, if I call you, please do the survey? Especially you, Leslie <3. I still need to come visit you cats. Maybe next year, when I don't have Chris nagging me into using my vacation time and pay to go some some mass rave outdoor camp thing in Moosejaw called Connect. I've seen the pictures. I'm totally down. I mean come on, happy music and neon lights?
But I digress. Chris is this guy I'm seeing. He's pretty cool I guess. We're not a couple. Dunno if we ever will be. But we're moving in together, go figure. He wants me to move in once his room mate moves out. She's a bitch anyways. So I don't feel bad.
According to James, I'm "Blogging the shit out of this thing", whatever that means. Am I blogging? Ohsnap.
Well I have to poop. So I guess I'm done now.
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So I guess I like my job. I mean, it's pretty easy. I stopped calling myself a 'telesurveyer' because that makes me sound as annoying as I really probably am. I call myself a 'market researcher' which is technically correct, but I dunno. I call random people and try to get them to do surveys. I go by the name of Elizabeth Geddie because I don't like the idea of people I don't know knowing my name. So like... all my lovely American friends, if I call you, please do the survey? Especially you, Leslie <3. I still need to come visit you cats. Maybe next year, when I don't have Chris nagging me into using my vacation time and pay to go some some mass rave outdoor camp thing in Moosejaw called Connect. I've seen the pictures. I'm totally down. I mean come on, happy music and neon lights?
But I digress. Chris is this guy I'm seeing. He's pretty cool I guess. We're not a couple. Dunno if we ever will be. But we're moving in together, go figure. He wants me to move in once his room mate moves out. She's a bitch anyways. So I don't feel bad.
According to James, I'm "Blogging the shit out of this thing", whatever that means. Am I blogging? Ohsnap.
Well I have to poop. So I guess I'm done now.