End of Summer
July is almost over. it's what I called my summer vacation. Since May pretty much I've been working a part time job to cover whatever party I wanted to go to that following weeked and so forth. Now I want to get more motivated and get off my butt and get a better paying job so I can do cooler stuff.
So by august 1st the new room mate will have moved in and cover rent and I will be free to wallow in my own crapulence of quitting a shitty retail job.
He says "I love you" to me and chris more than we say it to each other. The new room mate i mean. And he busted his knee up so it's taken him like three days to move in not a lot of furniture and he basically didn't live here at all for all of july but he payed for july back in June. Watching him go through my stuff drives me up the wall but I'm trying my best to be patient. LIke he just opens a box and goes through whats in it. It's not like he knows what it is or where it goes or wether or not I'm keeping it. UGGH maybe just a pet peeve. I will endeavor to be more patient.
So by august 1st the new room mate will have moved in and cover rent and I will be free to wallow in my own crapulence of quitting a shitty retail job.
He says "I love you" to me and chris more than we say it to each other. The new room mate i mean. And he busted his knee up so it's taken him like three days to move in not a lot of furniture and he basically didn't live here at all for all of july but he payed for july back in June. Watching him go through my stuff drives me up the wall but I'm trying my best to be patient. LIke he just opens a box and goes through whats in it. It's not like he knows what it is or where it goes or wether or not I'm keeping it. UGGH maybe just a pet peeve. I will endeavor to be more patient.