This picture of me is old
But I don't care enough to do something about it. I always think of so much I want to say on here, but when I log on, I go straight to reading all of you folks' entries, and my stuff seems really insignificant. Especially on a day like today when there are 93485743920856 entries I haven't read because I haven't been on in about the same number of days. Whatever. So I really liked this weekend. Friday I...what did I do? Oh yeah. Walked to the Distillery with Jessieca, but didn't go in, all to save $4. That's like, 4 packs of Top Ramen. Anyway, then we came back to my apartment, made "Po Man's Seabreezes," as we so adaquately named them. Should anyone care to partake, just mix a lot of Strawberry vodka with some orange soda, and have a ball. Watched MXC, the best show ever, and went to bed. Saturday...walked around town with Jessieca, went to shops and Tapa's. Saturday night had super awesome time at Darrell's party. He really like the records, too. Apologies to Michelle for spilling CrushBerry on her. Went shopping for computer stuff with Darrell Sunday and tried to put it together. Stayed over there all weekend and Monday. Very good and nice. Poor guy works like 14 hours a day and never gets a good night sleep. I feel really bad but there's nothing I can really do to help. And that makes me feel worse. I swear he is the hardest worker I know. And that is sexy.
I'm trying to get this job at Sac News and Review as the Assistant Arts Editor. Full-time, salaried, with benefits. The lady says they wait until they get the top ten, and then look at them together. So the position is still open, and I really want this job so badly I can't handle it! I hope writing about this on here doesn't jinx me... Still doing part-time design and advertising stuff, but if I get jumped and have to go to a hospital, I'm screwed, since I haven't had benefits since I graduated, and that was 2 years ago. That is what I will tell the would-be attackers. "Please, Mr. Thuggy McThuggerson. Don't beat and rape me and leave me for dead like the gutter sluts you usually attack. I don't have medical benefits!" To which he (I assume it would be a man attacking me, as I could totally take down a girl if I needed to...unless she had brass knuckles) replies, "Damn, girl. Aww, I ain even tryin tuh hear dat. I don give 2 shits bouty bout cho benfitz. Take dat, bitch!!!" And then he would punch me in the "mouf" and hit me in the knees with a lead pipe, like in Clue, and steal my purse.
I'm trying to get this job at Sac News and Review as the Assistant Arts Editor. Full-time, salaried, with benefits. The lady says they wait until they get the top ten, and then look at them together. So the position is still open, and I really want this job so badly I can't handle it! I hope writing about this on here doesn't jinx me... Still doing part-time design and advertising stuff, but if I get jumped and have to go to a hospital, I'm screwed, since I haven't had benefits since I graduated, and that was 2 years ago. That is what I will tell the would-be attackers. "Please, Mr. Thuggy McThuggerson. Don't beat and rape me and leave me for dead like the gutter sluts you usually attack. I don't have medical benefits!" To which he (I assume it would be a man attacking me, as I could totally take down a girl if I needed to...unless she had brass knuckles) replies, "Damn, girl. Aww, I ain even tryin tuh hear dat. I don give 2 shits bouty bout cho benfitz. Take dat, bitch!!!" And then he would punch me in the "mouf" and hit me in the knees with a lead pipe, like in Clue, and steal my purse.