Old and new, and the sorta old/sorta new.
Old:
A) Zack. He broke up with me when I went up to Orlando last weekend. He called me Saturday and told me that it was because of school; he didn't get a scholarship that his mom thought he would, so she was making him give up all of his friends and concentrate more on academic pursuits. I knew he was lying. Saturday night I got completely shitfaced, moreso than I ever have in public. Kelly and Shane had taken me to Pat O'Brien's at City Walk, which is on the top level. You would think that during Mardi Gras, they would leave the escalators on a little bit longer so that the drunk assholes (i.e. ME) would have a little bit longer to get down to the cars without falling down the stairs. Oh well, I made it back to the hotel safely, thanks mostly to Kelly, who drove home for us. Shane was in just as bad a condition as I was. We both got sick that night; I actually vomited all over myself while sitting at the end of the bed that kept thwarting my attempts to sit on it (my butt just would not make the connection). He called me in the morning, and sent me three text messages telling me that he HAD been lying. This made me feel even worse. I called him and told him that he was a coward. He told me that he had met someone. Dick. Coward. Asshole. Piece of shit. ... Yeah, and then he had the balls to tell me he hopes we can still be friends. Um, no. Sorry. Ain't gon' happen.
B) The vet's office. I've moved on. The world is moving on, and I with it. I can't sit around and see everyone else making TONS more than I do, and do nothing about it. I know that my work was valued there; the Big Guy obviously didn't place the monetary value of my work at what it should have been.
New:
A) Receptionist at UniqueLeads.com. I love my bosses, I love my coworkers, and I LOVE MY JOB. It's amazing. I sit at the desk all day, deal with people, try to sort out problems, try to sort out numbers in Excel. Have I ever told you how much I love spreadsheets? I really do. It's sort of an illness, I think. People are supposed to be afraid of complicated numbers, and sheets of them should frighten us even more. But I take it as a challenge. I love this bullshit.
B) Facebook. Comment me if you want to be my friend. I'm trying to keep it to a minimum.
Sorta old/Sorta new:
A) Bobby. We had an interesting night on Friday. Watching zombie movies ... cuddling. It was nice. Nicer than being with Zack, who could never take his hands off of me. I've always liked Bobby a lot. He actually knows that now; maybe he'll do something about it.
B) My taxes. It's listed under this particular category because it's something that I deal with every year. However, this is the first year I have to pay anything. Why, you ask? Because my parents are still claiming me as a dependent, even though I no longer live with them. I want to shoot my father in the foot, he pissed me off so bad this afternoon. I told him not to claim me. It's not like they can't live without the deductions. My parents have plenty of money, but he still lives like a Hebrew. GOD DAMN.
A) Zack. He broke up with me when I went up to Orlando last weekend. He called me Saturday and told me that it was because of school; he didn't get a scholarship that his mom thought he would, so she was making him give up all of his friends and concentrate more on academic pursuits. I knew he was lying. Saturday night I got completely shitfaced, moreso than I ever have in public. Kelly and Shane had taken me to Pat O'Brien's at City Walk, which is on the top level. You would think that during Mardi Gras, they would leave the escalators on a little bit longer so that the drunk assholes (i.e. ME) would have a little bit longer to get down to the cars without falling down the stairs. Oh well, I made it back to the hotel safely, thanks mostly to Kelly, who drove home for us. Shane was in just as bad a condition as I was. We both got sick that night; I actually vomited all over myself while sitting at the end of the bed that kept thwarting my attempts to sit on it (my butt just would not make the connection). He called me in the morning, and sent me three text messages telling me that he HAD been lying. This made me feel even worse. I called him and told him that he was a coward. He told me that he had met someone. Dick. Coward. Asshole. Piece of shit. ... Yeah, and then he had the balls to tell me he hopes we can still be friends. Um, no. Sorry. Ain't gon' happen.
B) The vet's office. I've moved on. The world is moving on, and I with it. I can't sit around and see everyone else making TONS more than I do, and do nothing about it. I know that my work was valued there; the Big Guy obviously didn't place the monetary value of my work at what it should have been.
New:
A) Receptionist at UniqueLeads.com. I love my bosses, I love my coworkers, and I LOVE MY JOB. It's amazing. I sit at the desk all day, deal with people, try to sort out problems, try to sort out numbers in Excel. Have I ever told you how much I love spreadsheets? I really do. It's sort of an illness, I think. People are supposed to be afraid of complicated numbers, and sheets of them should frighten us even more. But I take it as a challenge. I love this bullshit.
B) Facebook. Comment me if you want to be my friend. I'm trying to keep it to a minimum.
Sorta old/Sorta new:
A) Bobby. We had an interesting night on Friday. Watching zombie movies ... cuddling. It was nice. Nicer than being with Zack, who could never take his hands off of me. I've always liked Bobby a lot. He actually knows that now; maybe he'll do something about it.
B) My taxes. It's listed under this particular category because it's something that I deal with every year. However, this is the first year I have to pay anything. Why, you ask? Because my parents are still claiming me as a dependent, even though I no longer live with them. I want to shoot my father in the foot, he pissed me off so bad this afternoon. I told him not to claim me. It's not like they can't live without the deductions. My parents have plenty of money, but he still lives like a Hebrew. GOD DAMN.