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All the moving, all the partying.. things are going great and I haven't had this much fun in years.
My work is a joke, but it's the easiest job I've done, and there are plenty of fun people. Turns out I'm the center of drama there.. simply by walking through the room. This girl will glare at another, another glares at a different... so on, so forth. Like jackals to a lamb sometimes.. And, I actually hate any form of drama. Flattering, sure, but not worth it.
My car hasn't broken down for a month or so.. which is fucking amazing. I have a cell phone. The apartment... whoo.... heh...
We've already had two noise complaints.. One for Zach (my roommate) and I sitting on the porch, him playing accoustic guitar quietly. The second... well, we deserved.
Had a party last night.. only thirty or so showed up, but for a work party.. not bad.
The manager came and bitched us out.. her daughter fucking tore into my innocent, apologetic demeanor. The cops showed up, but nothing came of it. Thankfully the party was dying down.
Fun night. And, this is our first week living there. Quite the impression.
I'm religiously single again, after.. the last one. But I'm not doing the celibacy this time.. and I'm coming to the conclusion the perfect woman can only come through multiples. Only three.. or so.. at the moment. But, I'm doing it the good way.. being honest and straight forward about it, all that.
I'm finding my confidence now. Not cockyness, just simple realization of social perception. About time.
Anyway.. hmm.. I know there was more I wanted to write.. can't think of it though. Another time.
My work is a joke, but it's the easiest job I've done, and there are plenty of fun people. Turns out I'm the center of drama there.. simply by walking through the room. This girl will glare at another, another glares at a different... so on, so forth. Like jackals to a lamb sometimes.. And, I actually hate any form of drama. Flattering, sure, but not worth it.
My car hasn't broken down for a month or so.. which is fucking amazing. I have a cell phone. The apartment... whoo.... heh...
We've already had two noise complaints.. One for Zach (my roommate) and I sitting on the porch, him playing accoustic guitar quietly. The second... well, we deserved.
Had a party last night.. only thirty or so showed up, but for a work party.. not bad.
The manager came and bitched us out.. her daughter fucking tore into my innocent, apologetic demeanor. The cops showed up, but nothing came of it. Thankfully the party was dying down.
Fun night. And, this is our first week living there. Quite the impression.
I'm religiously single again, after.. the last one. But I'm not doing the celibacy this time.. and I'm coming to the conclusion the perfect woman can only come through multiples. Only three.. or so.. at the moment. But, I'm doing it the good way.. being honest and straight forward about it, all that.
I'm finding my confidence now. Not cockyness, just simple realization of social perception. About time.
Anyway.. hmm.. I know there was more I wanted to write.. can't think of it though. Another time.