boy waiting by the phone...alone, jealous, and stoned.
thank you secret machines. sigh.
ok, yeah. im fucking ridiculous. two weeks with the kid and im like a moronic teenager. (the whole heated make-out session in the back of the car didn't help... god if THAT wasn't high school all over again...)
ugh. so irritating. and exciting. and then irritating again...
i applied for a job with the FBI. yeah.
laura and i are moving out soon. we're going to lakeview or uptown, we think. we're going to go see our first apartment in january. who knows. either way i'm out of the parents house, and soon. especially now that i'm putting off grad school for a while longer (need to save some more money).
anywho we'll see were my new rash of job applications ends up... probably in the sewer... again.
ok, yeah. im fucking ridiculous. two weeks with the kid and im like a moronic teenager. (the whole heated make-out session in the back of the car didn't help... god if THAT wasn't high school all over again...)
ugh. so irritating. and exciting. and then irritating again...
i applied for a job with the FBI. yeah.
laura and i are moving out soon. we're going to lakeview or uptown, we think. we're going to go see our first apartment in january. who knows. either way i'm out of the parents house, and soon. especially now that i'm putting off grad school for a while longer (need to save some more money).
anywho we'll see were my new rash of job applications ends up... probably in the sewer... again.