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Last weekend I partied it up at the queer bars as normal. On Saturday, after having a few drinks, I told my friend Jorge that I felt like making out with a girl for fun. An hour later, a girl just happened to cross my path on the patio at Oilcans. I can't remember how it happened, but we locked lips and went to town. When she walked away, I was left thinking, "I don't think that was really a lady." Her boobies were real, but I think she had a weewee.
Chris also paid me for the house and car. I never had so much money in my savings account at once. The exciting feeling faded as most of it went away within an hour to pay off my debt. But it does feel good not to have any more credit card bills to pay. I've been pretty good at not splurging on anything. I want to get a house soon, so I need to stay on a budget.
When I went back on Monday to start moving more stuff out of the house, I kept having to remind myself that it wasn't mine anymore. And the Xterra that I was driving wasn't mine either. It was a weird feeling. I've let him keep the cats, which I'm mostly okay with. But when I go over there and see them, it pains me a little to know that they won't be part of my life anymore.
My roommate Albert moved back to Dallas, so I'm left in the slums alone - not that he was ever there that much anyway. I'm trying to get someone in the apartment below me so I can generate some extra income, but no one is biting yet.
Work is still stressing me out. Deadlines are approaching, so my group is trying to crunch out some basic software that can be tested on while we finish the rest.
I need some freakin' Calgon.
Chris also paid me for the house and car. I never had so much money in my savings account at once. The exciting feeling faded as most of it went away within an hour to pay off my debt. But it does feel good not to have any more credit card bills to pay. I've been pretty good at not splurging on anything. I want to get a house soon, so I need to stay on a budget.
When I went back on Monday to start moving more stuff out of the house, I kept having to remind myself that it wasn't mine anymore. And the Xterra that I was driving wasn't mine either. It was a weird feeling. I've let him keep the cats, which I'm mostly okay with. But when I go over there and see them, it pains me a little to know that they won't be part of my life anymore.
My roommate Albert moved back to Dallas, so I'm left in the slums alone - not that he was ever there that much anyway. I'm trying to get someone in the apartment below me so I can generate some extra income, but no one is biting yet.
Work is still stressing me out. Deadlines are approaching, so my group is trying to crunch out some basic software that can be tested on while we finish the rest.
I need some freakin' Calgon.