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Lets, see. It's been a couple weeks, and some mediocore and some interesting things have been going on.
Work at August Moon is still okay. Though most of the clientelle are complete fucking idiots, I'm doing well there. But being the social whore I am, I still don't have any decent money saved up for the pups. With replacing my tire a couple weeks ago, and turning my phone back on, that took up most of what I had saved up. Then the apathy kicked in again for a bit, and so now I kick myself in the arse.
This past Sunday I started a second job. I'm going to be a server at the Melting Pot. That retarded expensive fondue place. It looks like an easy gig, and my friend Timmy says it's easy to rake in a good amount of cash. So I'll try to work there as often as possible, and still do lunch at the Moon, with occassional evenings there. And make myself go out only once a week, damn it. There's so much shite I need to take care of, and I'm just not doing it. And now that I'm starting to get pissed off at myself, that's turning into my motivation. Odd, huh?
Did I tell any of you that I went to see Snakes on a Plane? Well, I did, and it kicked ass! You all know me and bad movies, and yes, this was a bad movie. It even had it's own music video at the end. I am SO going to buy it when it comes out on DVD!
On the love front, it's a lost cause as usual. There are a few guys I'm interested in, and the interest is definately returned, but the situations are weird. One has a crazy ex girlfriend, one is friends with my good friends and we're not sure about the awkward factor. Just weird shite. So, we shall see how everything goes on all fronts. Til then, everybody's favorite Manda is still single.
Danny was in town last week, and though I didn't get to see as much of him as I would have liked, I'm glad that I got to see him at all. He and I are so alike it's scary. One day, we may take over the world....
Jeremy called last night. I wasn't able to talk to him for long since we were on our way out to the pub, but our conversations are always good ones. A bit of venting on each side is always thereputic.
That's all folks. I'm sure you'll all wait anxiously for the next installment to the chronicles of my life.
Or not.
Work at August Moon is still okay. Though most of the clientelle are complete fucking idiots, I'm doing well there. But being the social whore I am, I still don't have any decent money saved up for the pups. With replacing my tire a couple weeks ago, and turning my phone back on, that took up most of what I had saved up. Then the apathy kicked in again for a bit, and so now I kick myself in the arse.
This past Sunday I started a second job. I'm going to be a server at the Melting Pot. That retarded expensive fondue place. It looks like an easy gig, and my friend Timmy says it's easy to rake in a good amount of cash. So I'll try to work there as often as possible, and still do lunch at the Moon, with occassional evenings there. And make myself go out only once a week, damn it. There's so much shite I need to take care of, and I'm just not doing it. And now that I'm starting to get pissed off at myself, that's turning into my motivation. Odd, huh?
Did I tell any of you that I went to see Snakes on a Plane? Well, I did, and it kicked ass! You all know me and bad movies, and yes, this was a bad movie. It even had it's own music video at the end. I am SO going to buy it when it comes out on DVD!
On the love front, it's a lost cause as usual. There are a few guys I'm interested in, and the interest is definately returned, but the situations are weird. One has a crazy ex girlfriend, one is friends with my good friends and we're not sure about the awkward factor. Just weird shite. So, we shall see how everything goes on all fronts. Til then, everybody's favorite Manda is still single.
Danny was in town last week, and though I didn't get to see as much of him as I would have liked, I'm glad that I got to see him at all. He and I are so alike it's scary. One day, we may take over the world....
Jeremy called last night. I wasn't able to talk to him for long since we were on our way out to the pub, but our conversations are always good ones. A bit of venting on each side is always thereputic.
That's all folks. I'm sure you'll all wait anxiously for the next installment to the chronicles of my life.
Or not.