it's my birthday and i'll cry if i want to. and i did.

Jan 07, 2005 10:46

i just typed up a whole paragraph but i changed my mind. all i can say is that birthdays suck. not like the 'i didn't get what i want' kind of suck. but the kind where it sends you into straight hysterics for hours.
so here i am back to working two jobs again hoping i won't have to make any decisions concerning selling the family company any time soon. because for some reason, when it comes to the business and making life or death health based decisions, my father put me pretty high up there on the list. i'm second in line and i only just tured 20. apparently everything happens at warped speed for me. i know it sounds unrealistic. i wish it were. i pray every night that it were.
but to make me feel better, boyfriend took me out to see ocean's 12 last night and then we made our first large joint purchase. too bad now i can't tear him away from our new ginormous television.
i feel like i've grown at least ten years older within this past week. i went from barely needing to act responsible to this.
at least work at media play is going fine. they decided to keep me past holidy help which is good; but i'm still waiting for my damn raise.
alright...sorry about this long, unneccesary post. hope all is well with everyone; and melissa, it is absolutely mandatory that coffee talk take place. you name a time and i'll work my life around it.
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