Same old stuff
Yesterday my cousin, the gay one who came out to me on Christmas, graduated from high school. She had a small get together afterwards that I did not attend (I was passed out, and no one bothered to wake me up). My mom kept emphasizing the fact that she brought her "boyfriend" to the party. My brother pointed out that she left out that fact that not only did she bring this alleged boyfriend, but that she brought a slew of "studs" with her too. Studs are for the most part, butch lesbians, urban-style (from the best of my knowledge, I could be wrong. There are so many lesbian labels). I thought this was hilarious, and it made me sad that I missed this small party.
Old Navy called me back, I have an interview at the end of this week. I hope it goes all right. I wouldn't mind working at Old Navy. Especially the one on State, that would be good times.
Today I went for a run. I ran over this huge bridge. While on the middle of it, you can see a lot of the Chicago skyline. All the way from my house. Then it started pouring, and I high-tailed it all the way back home. It was kind of nice, I mean, I got soaked, and probably smelled horrible with the mixture of rain and sweat. Running in the rain is a lot of fun. I should do it more often.
Old Navy called me back, I have an interview at the end of this week. I hope it goes all right. I wouldn't mind working at Old Navy. Especially the one on State, that would be good times.
Today I went for a run. I ran over this huge bridge. While on the middle of it, you can see a lot of the Chicago skyline. All the way from my house. Then it started pouring, and I high-tailed it all the way back home. It was kind of nice, I mean, I got soaked, and probably smelled horrible with the mixture of rain and sweat. Running in the rain is a lot of fun. I should do it more often.