Bi-annual Post
I really need to update this thing more often. I hate myspace. I hate facebook. So... I'm left to blog on livejournal. Sad. I used to be so obsessed with this thing. I mean really, it was bad. I suppose I need to make new friends.
Life is... good. I guess. I'm the manager of my tanning salon. Which is less fun than I thought, I need to hire smarter, cuter, more obedient employees. Same goes for a girlfriend - cuter, definitely more obedient would be a plus, smarter is nice but not a necessity. My other job, the medical spa is like working in the seventh level of hell. But then again, I can no longer imagine my life without Botox. Also sad. If I wasn't vain and materialistic as a Hilton already I'm now also plastic. That reminds me, I need my brow lift touched up.
What else is going on in my life... my best friend has cancer. This is his second bout with it. Fuckin sucks. But now at least he has an excuse to sit around and smoke a ton of weed. When I do it, I'm just a degenerate slacker with no real life goals. Haters.
I'm sick of relationships. They're way overrated. I'm sick of partying. The club scene is old and I'm not even 22 yet. God... I sound so complainy. I'm really not that miserable. I'm only in a miserable mood at the moment because I'm working. Things are actually pretty fuckin good, I just got back from Vegas on my boss's dime. I'm buying a new car. I'm making more money. I'm starting a business. And I'm one more ex-girlfriend closer to mental sanity. Ha, like that'll ever really happen.
Only another hour and I can get out of this soul-sucking hell-hole.
Life is... good. I guess. I'm the manager of my tanning salon. Which is less fun than I thought, I need to hire smarter, cuter, more obedient employees. Same goes for a girlfriend - cuter, definitely more obedient would be a plus, smarter is nice but not a necessity. My other job, the medical spa is like working in the seventh level of hell. But then again, I can no longer imagine my life without Botox. Also sad. If I wasn't vain and materialistic as a Hilton already I'm now also plastic. That reminds me, I need my brow lift touched up.
What else is going on in my life... my best friend has cancer. This is his second bout with it. Fuckin sucks. But now at least he has an excuse to sit around and smoke a ton of weed. When I do it, I'm just a degenerate slacker with no real life goals. Haters.
I'm sick of relationships. They're way overrated. I'm sick of partying. The club scene is old and I'm not even 22 yet. God... I sound so complainy. I'm really not that miserable. I'm only in a miserable mood at the moment because I'm working. Things are actually pretty fuckin good, I just got back from Vegas on my boss's dime. I'm buying a new car. I'm making more money. I'm starting a business. And I'm one more ex-girlfriend closer to mental sanity. Ha, like that'll ever really happen.
Only another hour and I can get out of this soul-sucking hell-hole.