She's a part of corporate America
Today I woke up prematurely, which is a good thing because I subsequently received a call from crazy David from the Antique store, calling me in to work. And so I borrowed a white collared shirt from the roomie, and hopped the shuttle into town. 8 dollars an hour to keep company a crotchety old man. Not too shabby. He may say things that are a bit mean, but whatever, hes crazy, hes well meaning and can't help it. And its 8 dollars an hour to put up with it. I came home, have gotten a bit of Med work done, and am trying not to stress out about the 3 papers I have due this week. Pressure is a good thing. My great roommate and I ordered all this organic stuff through a wholesale catalog today. I can't wait, I got all kinds of stuff that I don't really need. Except toothpaste. I definitely need that. I had to restrain myself from spending too much money. How much foot scrub does one need? It is snowing out, and I am listening to Everclear, and I feel tired and disconnected but good I think, good. About the old journal that is now all private... I was going through a rough time, and so if you know about it from the journals and highschool, thats cool. And if you don't you probably never will, because a years worth of scary journal entries are locked up forever.