"I love the night...But I love you most of all."
Soooo. Went to a viewing on Thursday, funeral was on friday. Ahhh, the only place where blackj is a truly acceptable color for wearing...And I can rock the black.
Got accepted to SAIC, I know, restrain yourselves folks. Got a job interview with a contracting company situated at the agency's campus. Ohhh, I'm so obscure today.
Been working my ass off. Have research paper due on Tuesday. Got some essays to do. Got a scholarship thingie that I need to get started on. Due date's not until June 1st. Dunno if I want to end up in Chicago. The chick that did the interview and stuffage was pretty hot, by the way. Still listening to Thrice nonstop because my lurve cannot be fed enough. Chris, in a nutshell doesn't think our relationship is working and has more than half decided we should get divorced. I'm the one playing hide and seek. Come find me, bitch. I refuse to acknowledge and realistically approach this with sanity. Yes, I understand, but my stubborness needs to be satisfied. Why invite me home for the summer? I don't understand it.
So get a real job to satisfy my practical, money-grubbing whoredom or go into major debt (maybe) and actually do something fun for a fucking change. I don't know. Everything is a mess. Now, since I can't manage anything cohesive, I'm going to go fold my laundry and iron some shit before work tonight.
"Well, you know I hardly speak, but when I do...It's just for you."
Got accepted to SAIC, I know, restrain yourselves folks. Got a job interview with a contracting company situated at the agency's campus. Ohhh, I'm so obscure today.
Been working my ass off. Have research paper due on Tuesday. Got some essays to do. Got a scholarship thingie that I need to get started on. Due date's not until June 1st. Dunno if I want to end up in Chicago. The chick that did the interview and stuffage was pretty hot, by the way. Still listening to Thrice nonstop because my lurve cannot be fed enough. Chris, in a nutshell doesn't think our relationship is working and has more than half decided we should get divorced. I'm the one playing hide and seek. Come find me, bitch. I refuse to acknowledge and realistically approach this with sanity. Yes, I understand, but my stubborness needs to be satisfied. Why invite me home for the summer? I don't understand it.
So get a real job to satisfy my practical, money-grubbing whoredom or go into major debt (maybe) and actually do something fun for a fucking change. I don't know. Everything is a mess. Now, since I can't manage anything cohesive, I'm going to go fold my laundry and iron some shit before work tonight.
"Well, you know I hardly speak, but when I do...It's just for you."