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Hi Guys!!
I am having a spectacular summer. Not really, but I am at least relaxing and doing nothing...
EXCEPT WORKING AT 4 IN THE MORNING. Which is okay, but whatev. I feel like death getting up and then I feel terminally ill for the next few hours, but when I get to go home at noon eight hours later it's a pretty good feeling. I thought that my trainer Tim was cute but he's not, it turns out he's probably an asshole dudebro. That's fine, I am not working there to make friends or lovers, I just want to get paid.
I move into my apartment in Mt. Pleasant on August 13th and I am excited. It is a really cheap monthly rate and I'm living with KaLee and two girls we met up there.
I get to hang out with high school friends again which is good because I missed them and kind of forgot how much they really meant to me and then I had to be bitch slapped back into place by my own sanity. But hey, it happens, right? I know that doesn't justify it.
P.F. Changs has really good food and Banana Republic ridiculously overprices their clothing. These are two things I've learned in the last 24 hours. I also learned that my gaydar probably needs to be refined or something because it isn't necessarily always right, WHICH IS BAD BECAUSE I AM LONELY. Not really, except I really am. I have friends though, some of which I desperately need to get a hold of soon so we can start hanging out (wink, wink, Michele).
Random fact; I am sitting in my basement in my underwear ripping music to my computer so I can put it on my mP3 player, which sometimes breaks, but it usually gets fixed by smashing it into something.
I miss my wife. Enough said.
Here's a secret; I am finally starting to be happy with myself. That was probably weird to a lot of people but I've had too much sugar and coffee tonight.
Love!
I am having a spectacular summer. Not really, but I am at least relaxing and doing nothing...
EXCEPT WORKING AT 4 IN THE MORNING. Which is okay, but whatev. I feel like death getting up and then I feel terminally ill for the next few hours, but when I get to go home at noon eight hours later it's a pretty good feeling. I thought that my trainer Tim was cute but he's not, it turns out he's probably an asshole dudebro. That's fine, I am not working there to make friends or lovers, I just want to get paid.
I move into my apartment in Mt. Pleasant on August 13th and I am excited. It is a really cheap monthly rate and I'm living with KaLee and two girls we met up there.
I get to hang out with high school friends again which is good because I missed them and kind of forgot how much they really meant to me and then I had to be bitch slapped back into place by my own sanity. But hey, it happens, right? I know that doesn't justify it.
P.F. Changs has really good food and Banana Republic ridiculously overprices their clothing. These are two things I've learned in the last 24 hours. I also learned that my gaydar probably needs to be refined or something because it isn't necessarily always right, WHICH IS BAD BECAUSE I AM LONELY. Not really, except I really am. I have friends though, some of which I desperately need to get a hold of soon so we can start hanging out (wink, wink, Michele).
Random fact; I am sitting in my basement in my underwear ripping music to my computer so I can put it on my mP3 player, which sometimes breaks, but it usually gets fixed by smashing it into something.
I miss my wife. Enough said.
Here's a secret; I am finally starting to be happy with myself. That was probably weird to a lot of people but I've had too much sugar and coffee tonight.
Love!