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So I've been so absorbed in myspace I've nearly if not all but forgotten my livejournal. I remember when this thing was the center of my sanity. It always made me feel like doogie howser.
I feel like everytime I sit down to write in any sort of blog-like contraption I draw blank. I have so much I need to get out but I feel like I first need to run a rough draft before I transfer it into any comprehensive statement that makes sense.
First. I'm on the job market. I fucking hate my job. I hate the person I am when I'm here. I have a great work ethic but when I'm here I want to do nothing. The only motivator I have is my paycheck. The company is crap and they give two shits about any employee they may have, both future and present. It's not fun anymore. Another thing. I refuse to be spoken to like they do to their managers,corporate trainers, or anyone else unfortunate enough to feel the wrath of the owner or higher ups. my dad doesnt even yell at me, eat me. I've dropped off my resume at an apartment complex my friends' sister works at so I've got my fingers crossed.
Looking around not just at myspace but just in general, I realize how much time has passed. It's a bittersweet feeling because I think that we've all gotten so old and things have gotten so serious. We grew up and I only blinked.
I'm taking a break from boys. Boys are retarded. Well, sometimes they are. But it may just be my own stupidity in giving mulitple chances in hopes that something is different. please read: your emotional insercurities are not may fault. eat a dick and die.
Things that make me happy:
SXSW = soon. FUCKING EXCITING.
My IPOD, lola = AWESOME.
thats all I have for now.
I feel like everytime I sit down to write in any sort of blog-like contraption I draw blank. I have so much I need to get out but I feel like I first need to run a rough draft before I transfer it into any comprehensive statement that makes sense.
First. I'm on the job market. I fucking hate my job. I hate the person I am when I'm here. I have a great work ethic but when I'm here I want to do nothing. The only motivator I have is my paycheck. The company is crap and they give two shits about any employee they may have, both future and present. It's not fun anymore. Another thing. I refuse to be spoken to like they do to their managers,corporate trainers, or anyone else unfortunate enough to feel the wrath of the owner or higher ups. my dad doesnt even yell at me, eat me. I've dropped off my resume at an apartment complex my friends' sister works at so I've got my fingers crossed.
Looking around not just at myspace but just in general, I realize how much time has passed. It's a bittersweet feeling because I think that we've all gotten so old and things have gotten so serious. We grew up and I only blinked.
I'm taking a break from boys. Boys are retarded. Well, sometimes they are. But it may just be my own stupidity in giving mulitple chances in hopes that something is different. please read: your emotional insercurities are not may fault. eat a dick and die.
Things that make me happy:
SXSW = soon. FUCKING EXCITING.
My IPOD, lola = AWESOME.
thats all I have for now.