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Sometimes, i feel like I'm living a double life...Julie Anne...the Tyler Durden to Julie's...umm...Jack?
There's my work life...8:45 til 5:15 every day (later most days in fact...sometimes just by a few minutes and some days by a few hours) running back and forth between the store and my office and the mail room and any other place they decide they need me on a day to day basis, occasionally running out for a quick lunch on the run with matt, all while wearing cute flats, a long sweater and dress pants or a skirt. I don't mix it up often, except for the occasional suit.
Then theres my life...my relationship, my family...doing my best to enjoy my twenties while I can, and trying to get myself back into the swing of writing. This is the time I spend freaking out about my work life and whether or not it's really for me and trying to figure out what I'd really like to do with the rest of my life, along with satisfying my cravings for peach twisted teas, fun and games, and whatever else I occupy my days with.
It's scary that figuring my life out is something I have to do at the age of 22.
I'm scared for the economy as well. The things that Obama plans to put in place are frightening when it comes to tax cuts and increases. I watched the election coverage at richies with he and matt. When the announcement was made about Obama winning, Richie curled up in the fetal position and asked that we leave him alone in the dark. I tend to have the same sentiment. only time will tell though.
Richie has really become one of my closest friends, if not the closest non-relative besides matt. it's nice because we've known each other for so long. Tonight we all got fake tramp stamps while at nanning wok, and richie ended up being the only one to put his on, thanks to charlie...subsequently I have a bunch of pictures of richies hairy ass on my phone. It doesn't really bug me at this point. I'm kind of immune after seeing it as often as I have.
There's my work life...8:45 til 5:15 every day (later most days in fact...sometimes just by a few minutes and some days by a few hours) running back and forth between the store and my office and the mail room and any other place they decide they need me on a day to day basis, occasionally running out for a quick lunch on the run with matt, all while wearing cute flats, a long sweater and dress pants or a skirt. I don't mix it up often, except for the occasional suit.
Then theres my life...my relationship, my family...doing my best to enjoy my twenties while I can, and trying to get myself back into the swing of writing. This is the time I spend freaking out about my work life and whether or not it's really for me and trying to figure out what I'd really like to do with the rest of my life, along with satisfying my cravings for peach twisted teas, fun and games, and whatever else I occupy my days with.
It's scary that figuring my life out is something I have to do at the age of 22.
I'm scared for the economy as well. The things that Obama plans to put in place are frightening when it comes to tax cuts and increases. I watched the election coverage at richies with he and matt. When the announcement was made about Obama winning, Richie curled up in the fetal position and asked that we leave him alone in the dark. I tend to have the same sentiment. only time will tell though.
Richie has really become one of my closest friends, if not the closest non-relative besides matt. it's nice because we've known each other for so long. Tonight we all got fake tramp stamps while at nanning wok, and richie ended up being the only one to put his on, thanks to charlie...subsequently I have a bunch of pictures of richies hairy ass on my phone. It doesn't really bug me at this point. I'm kind of immune after seeing it as often as I have.