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Jan 12, 2007 23:15

Spending the holidays in Miami was fine except for the fact that my mom sold the extra car, so I had limited transportation. It was good to see my family, friends, and dogs, and sleeping in a bedroom the size of my apartment felt ridiculously luxurious.

I'm not happy to be back. I have to look for a job. I don't even want to work in fucking publishing, but it's the least horrible option out of many. I promised myself I would give it at least two years. After that I can be a fucking vagrant for all I care; at least I will have tried.

I got angry at myself yesterday so I cut off my hair. In retrospect, that was probably a bad idea, since I'll have to be interviewing for jobs soon. I'll have to clean it up some so it doesn't look like the insane hackjob it was. It's terrible, it just makes me look like a fatty fatty two by four since I have a really small head and really wide shoulders. Also, when not in Miami, my only good physical feature is my hair, and now I don't have any to detract from my face. I can't wait til I can go live in the mountains somewhere and just have a fucking mohawk and not have to give a shit.

I don't want to leave the house. Why does everything have to be so shitty?
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