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i dreamed that my nana was resurrected. she came back to life, and she hated me for not believing in a god. slowly, the rest of my family began to alienate me for the same reason. i awoke terrified and depressed. i contemplated waking randy up so he could tell me everything would be alright. but i just ran my fingers through his hair and stared at the walls instead.
i spent a few days with him. he cooks me the most amazing meals. oh, also- he's great in bed. err, wait. MORE IMPORTANTLY, he's a very, very sweet, goofy, and loving dude. we went HIKING the other day. i totally slipped while jumping rocks to cross this one creek, and my camera attacked my elbow, and my foot was soaked. he was like, 'you don't do this sort of thing very often, do you?'
i'm back in san francisco now, without a dime to my name. i spent the last of my money on a box of macaroni and cheese last night. seriously.
my car is making chewbaca noises. i mean, the transmission was already failing a bit, but this morning, the chewbaca noises started. i hope i can silence them with some power steering fluid or something. i'm pretty sure it's a simple fix. let's hope.
yesterday, my supervisor told me that moving in with diane would pose a conflict of interest; therefore putting a damper on my chances of being promoted. this company has been dangling the promotion carrot in front of my face since i started. whatever. since we filed chapter eleven and closed a bunch of stores, the ENTIRE COMPANY is UP FOR SALE now. there is some big auction- my company and a bunch of investors put in some high bids, and a liquidation company also put in a lower bid. my supervisor is pretty optimistic and really thinks we'll pull through. i highly doubt it.
i saw a dentist this morning about having my upper wisdom teeth removed. the x-rays showed that my LOWER wisdoms are coming in like, CROOKED. like, they will have to be surgically removed by an oral surgeon- not just extracted by a dentist.
great.
i hate going to the dentist because none of the equipment ever fits in my mouth. sometimes, even the stuff they use for kids is too big. it's kind of embarrassing.
i'm seeing a chiropractor before work. so excited. i was in a bad car wreck when i was sixteen, and my junk has been kind of fucked ever since. if you've ever hung out with me 'irl,' you know that basically all of my joints snap, crackle, and pop. i adjust myself regularly to relieve tension. but PROFESSIONAL adjustments are orgasmic.
july sucked big time. come the first week of august, diane and i will be unpacking our new, beautiful two-bedroom home. we will pour wine, set out snacks, invite some friends and loved ones over, blast some serious eighties jams, and throw ourselves an amazing housewarming party. everyone will smile and laugh and hug. randy and i will curl up in a corner. 'see? i told you everything would be okay,' he will beam. then i will sock him, as if to say, YOU'RE SOOOO SMAAAAAART. then we will kiss and there will be no more hurt, no more pain, no more struggle.
i spent a few days with him. he cooks me the most amazing meals. oh, also- he's great in bed. err, wait. MORE IMPORTANTLY, he's a very, very sweet, goofy, and loving dude. we went HIKING the other day. i totally slipped while jumping rocks to cross this one creek, and my camera attacked my elbow, and my foot was soaked. he was like, 'you don't do this sort of thing very often, do you?'
i'm back in san francisco now, without a dime to my name. i spent the last of my money on a box of macaroni and cheese last night. seriously.
my car is making chewbaca noises. i mean, the transmission was already failing a bit, but this morning, the chewbaca noises started. i hope i can silence them with some power steering fluid or something. i'm pretty sure it's a simple fix. let's hope.
yesterday, my supervisor told me that moving in with diane would pose a conflict of interest; therefore putting a damper on my chances of being promoted. this company has been dangling the promotion carrot in front of my face since i started. whatever. since we filed chapter eleven and closed a bunch of stores, the ENTIRE COMPANY is UP FOR SALE now. there is some big auction- my company and a bunch of investors put in some high bids, and a liquidation company also put in a lower bid. my supervisor is pretty optimistic and really thinks we'll pull through. i highly doubt it.
i saw a dentist this morning about having my upper wisdom teeth removed. the x-rays showed that my LOWER wisdoms are coming in like, CROOKED. like, they will have to be surgically removed by an oral surgeon- not just extracted by a dentist.
great.
i hate going to the dentist because none of the equipment ever fits in my mouth. sometimes, even the stuff they use for kids is too big. it's kind of embarrassing.
i'm seeing a chiropractor before work. so excited. i was in a bad car wreck when i was sixteen, and my junk has been kind of fucked ever since. if you've ever hung out with me 'irl,' you know that basically all of my joints snap, crackle, and pop. i adjust myself regularly to relieve tension. but PROFESSIONAL adjustments are orgasmic.
july sucked big time. come the first week of august, diane and i will be unpacking our new, beautiful two-bedroom home. we will pour wine, set out snacks, invite some friends and loved ones over, blast some serious eighties jams, and throw ourselves an amazing housewarming party. everyone will smile and laugh and hug. randy and i will curl up in a corner. 'see? i told you everything would be okay,' he will beam. then i will sock him, as if to say, YOU'RE SOOOO SMAAAAAART. then we will kiss and there will be no more hurt, no more pain, no more struggle.