Sep 24, 2006 01:50
I immediately take off my pants and set about making something; usually breakfast food: Basil eggs, Sometimes waffles, toast with jam, and this time potatoes. While I finished off the last off the sour cream, which incidently has nothing to do with anything, I reflected upon my day to better understand what the shit I'm so angry about. To be blatently honest I am disgusted with my current schedule/situation/wellnoit'snoteverythingbutsometimesatworkIjustwanttopackupandleave. Incidently I got my wish and in between my lethargic beginnings and end of the day tirade I discovered that for the next two weeks I am working four hours on a Saturday. Immediately I did a mental backflip, but when I landed I was facing the opposite direction; "Those bitches. How could they give me only four hours? I need money. I'm moving out soon.Bitches...."
Sad as it may sound earlier in the day I had composed a livejournal or journal entry because I saw Sean smoking in the parking lot. I dropped the C-Bomb and it was all pretty fruitless because I've got to try and like the guy. After all he's moving in with my sister.
Nontheless, change is on the way. I'm excited about everything. No matter how depressed I get or bad I feel I have always been optimistic for the future. Laura called me from Ikea, where she was with her dad and asked me what they should get for our apartment, and I said we should get those lamps etc etc and he paid for it! Now everything is in order, paid for, spoken to, and all we have to do is actually find a place. From what I understand should be the easy part.