lazy friday night
im bored. i want to do something. i want to drink too much. but i have to work tomorrow at 9 A.M.
cashiering is not fun at all. not yet at least. way more pressure, and i'm not a fan of that. but it will get easier. tomorrow i work the busiest shift on the busiest day of the week at a pretty fucking busy store. awesome. except, ya know... not.
i haven't updated in forever. so a brief overview.
hesitance. not very happy. contentment is not enough, but i would be happy with that. i want to burn a couple of bridges, but i'm too weak to do it. i want to build a couple, but i can't do that either. fucked.
cashier training all this week. not too bad.
been flyering for monqui, making a bunch of money. except i don't get paid until nathan gets back in town, which is...?
i miss having a life. i don't remember having enough energy for anything. i don't remember being satisfied. i remember pretending to be satisfied though.
i'm a whiney fucking bastard.
i miss someone.
but it isn't her.
bellingham trips lately. lots of fun, but too much money. and trouble. lots of that. but fun. worth it, more or less at least.
i'm excited to move up there, but not as excited as i was.
it isn't gonna be as easy as i'd hoped to straighten up there.
but at least i can cut some unwanted ties by moving.
and live with joel and bri.
i'm done bitching. not because i've exhausted my complaints, but because i'm tired of typing.
fuck<3you
<3
maria says she's dying, through the door i hear her crying, why, i don't know
cashiering is not fun at all. not yet at least. way more pressure, and i'm not a fan of that. but it will get easier. tomorrow i work the busiest shift on the busiest day of the week at a pretty fucking busy store. awesome. except, ya know... not.
i haven't updated in forever. so a brief overview.
hesitance. not very happy. contentment is not enough, but i would be happy with that. i want to burn a couple of bridges, but i'm too weak to do it. i want to build a couple, but i can't do that either. fucked.
cashier training all this week. not too bad.
been flyering for monqui, making a bunch of money. except i don't get paid until nathan gets back in town, which is...?
i miss having a life. i don't remember having enough energy for anything. i don't remember being satisfied. i remember pretending to be satisfied though.
i'm a whiney fucking bastard.
i miss someone.
but it isn't her.
bellingham trips lately. lots of fun, but too much money. and trouble. lots of that. but fun. worth it, more or less at least.
i'm excited to move up there, but not as excited as i was.
it isn't gonna be as easy as i'd hoped to straighten up there.
but at least i can cut some unwanted ties by moving.
and live with joel and bri.
i'm done bitching. not because i've exhausted my complaints, but because i'm tired of typing.
fuck<3you
<3
maria says she's dying, through the door i hear her crying, why, i don't know