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This thing has become so neglected...
I think the reason that I don't even update anymore is because I don't want to deal with looking at what I have to say.
Charleston is no more as of recently. I am now living in Asheville, North Carolina. And now that I note this, I must also make a mental note to go through all my online profiles and change my user info on everything.
The town itself is very nice. It fits all my desires for a town... In fact, I fear to say that I like Asheville quite a bit. The atmosphere is quite european. Sophisticated but earthy. It feels right. I can spoil myself with the four or five Starbucks enterprises that are all within about a ten minute drive from me.
Yes. I am a starbucks whore.
But somehow, I still feel quite void here. I am once again living with my parents... and if any of you knew the history of that, then you would understand the ackwardness of the situation at hand. Although my parents and I now get along it still seems all fucked up. I really never wanted to be here again... other than for some casual visit with full opportunity to pack up and leave and go back to my own home whenever I choose.
Another bit of news that may shock some of you out of your little seats... I no longer smoke. Part of the stipulation of me being allowed to have a place to live here was that I did not smoke at all... Which I seem to have somehow succeeded in defeating this addiction... Now the thing with this is though... I don't fiend for a cigarette anymore.... not to say that I don't think about having one quite often, but I don't get to the point where I'm balled up on the floor crying for one anymore. But, I have decided that I really dont want to stop smoking. And as soon as I get out of basic training, I am going to go out and buy myself a pack of Newports... and I am going to enjoy it, because when I am smoking a cigarette, I feel like me. Right now, I don't feel like myself. I don't feel right. I feel like some drone going through the steps of survival, which in some ways I am. It's not a terrible thing, but it's not what I want in life. No one wants to be a drone.
Tomorrow, Chuck, the general manager from the Texas Roadhouse here is going to try once again to get ahold of Gary, the general manager in N. Charleston. And hopefully after that he will give the okay for me to go ahead and start working because as nice as this break has been, the bills have not stopped... and I would really like to get things back on the right track again and get a cell phone plan set up.
Well I guess that's it for now.
Rob
I think the reason that I don't even update anymore is because I don't want to deal with looking at what I have to say.
Charleston is no more as of recently. I am now living in Asheville, North Carolina. And now that I note this, I must also make a mental note to go through all my online profiles and change my user info on everything.
The town itself is very nice. It fits all my desires for a town... In fact, I fear to say that I like Asheville quite a bit. The atmosphere is quite european. Sophisticated but earthy. It feels right. I can spoil myself with the four or five Starbucks enterprises that are all within about a ten minute drive from me.
Yes. I am a starbucks whore.
But somehow, I still feel quite void here. I am once again living with my parents... and if any of you knew the history of that, then you would understand the ackwardness of the situation at hand. Although my parents and I now get along it still seems all fucked up. I really never wanted to be here again... other than for some casual visit with full opportunity to pack up and leave and go back to my own home whenever I choose.
Another bit of news that may shock some of you out of your little seats... I no longer smoke. Part of the stipulation of me being allowed to have a place to live here was that I did not smoke at all... Which I seem to have somehow succeeded in defeating this addiction... Now the thing with this is though... I don't fiend for a cigarette anymore.... not to say that I don't think about having one quite often, but I don't get to the point where I'm balled up on the floor crying for one anymore. But, I have decided that I really dont want to stop smoking. And as soon as I get out of basic training, I am going to go out and buy myself a pack of Newports... and I am going to enjoy it, because when I am smoking a cigarette, I feel like me. Right now, I don't feel like myself. I don't feel right. I feel like some drone going through the steps of survival, which in some ways I am. It's not a terrible thing, but it's not what I want in life. No one wants to be a drone.
Tomorrow, Chuck, the general manager from the Texas Roadhouse here is going to try once again to get ahold of Gary, the general manager in N. Charleston. And hopefully after that he will give the okay for me to go ahead and start working because as nice as this break has been, the bills have not stopped... and I would really like to get things back on the right track again and get a cell phone plan set up.
Well I guess that's it for now.
Rob