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Work. Live. Love. Spend. Etc.
I'm consumed by work.
I'm so god damn (a)live.
I'm full of love.
I'm tired of spend(ing).
Etc..
I enjoy the fact that as a part-time employee, I'm still racking in 34-36 hrs per week (which is considered full-time). Money! And I love my job. I really do; and that's weird for me to say it.
I feel like such an adult: working every day (except Saturday & Sundays, yess), paying credit card bills (and developing awesome credit; not debt!), new bank accounts, various credit cards, car loans, moving out, etc. But it was forced (and in all honesty I'm welcoming it with open-arms) because my Mom is a shit-excuse for a mother and doesn't take responsibility and thinks I'm joking when I'm moving out, so I have to take care of my own problems and assets. Oh well.
Thank god for Rory. My rock; when everything else breaks, he's the anchor that holds me. I feel so fortunate to have him in my life and not be afraid to run to him in tears and know that we're going to get married and have a future together; to know that I can say anything and confide in him; to just know that he's there to stay. I'm lucky. This is how I planned my future: fall in love just out of high school and be married by the time I'm twenty-three and making a living without going to school.
But it's okay. The house Rory and I might be moving into (well, renting rather) is going to be ready by February/March & all I can think about is decorating and organizing. I'm so overwhelmed and excited. Even the bills! I'm excited about paying bills. And getting a new car in the spring (Hello, Car Loan.) And Christmas is right around the bend and even though every paycheck I get will go to Christmas presents & the bills from them, it's okay.
I'm happy; and I don't care about anything that has a negative impact on my life.
I got rid of negative friends; and I wish I could get rid of a negative Mother, but that will be solved when I move out.
I'm consumed by work.
I'm so god damn (a)live.
I'm full of love.
I'm tired of spend(ing).
Etc..
I enjoy the fact that as a part-time employee, I'm still racking in 34-36 hrs per week (which is considered full-time). Money! And I love my job. I really do; and that's weird for me to say it.
I feel like such an adult: working every day (except Saturday & Sundays, yess), paying credit card bills (and developing awesome credit; not debt!), new bank accounts, various credit cards, car loans, moving out, etc. But it was forced (and in all honesty I'm welcoming it with open-arms) because my Mom is a shit-excuse for a mother and doesn't take responsibility and thinks I'm joking when I'm moving out, so I have to take care of my own problems and assets. Oh well.
Thank god for Rory. My rock; when everything else breaks, he's the anchor that holds me. I feel so fortunate to have him in my life and not be afraid to run to him in tears and know that we're going to get married and have a future together; to know that I can say anything and confide in him; to just know that he's there to stay. I'm lucky. This is how I planned my future: fall in love just out of high school and be married by the time I'm twenty-three and making a living without going to school.
But it's okay. The house Rory and I might be moving into (well, renting rather) is going to be ready by February/March & all I can think about is decorating and organizing. I'm so overwhelmed and excited. Even the bills! I'm excited about paying bills. And getting a new car in the spring (Hello, Car Loan.) And Christmas is right around the bend and even though every paycheck I get will go to Christmas presents & the bills from them, it's okay.
I'm happy; and I don't care about anything that has a negative impact on my life.
I got rid of negative friends; and I wish I could get rid of a negative Mother, but that will be solved when I move out.