"I'm always making a comeback but nobody ever tells me where I've been". ~ Billie Holiday
I believe my last post was on January 7, 2007. It is now December 9th. That's almost a year. I'm still not sure why I got the Jonesin to make a post here nor to I remember why I left in the first place. It was probably for some silly attention grabbing reasons that consumed the whole of my early 20’s. Maybe no one ready my journal or something.
Oh well, I’m here, I brought some beer, where’s the food at? I’m hungry!
Here’s my updated life in a nutshell.
- I will have a Masters degree in May
- I left my last job as the company doormat and started my job on Monday. I will doing flash, and in two months will have a nice healthy salary.
- I am single by choice, but I’m beginning to think that added more impending complication than I was originally expecting.
- I moved out of my parent’s house and into my own living quarters. I like the solitude but I’m ready for someplace better.
- I’m in tremendous need of a haircut. I’ve outgrown the long hair. Time to grow up, get professional, and add 2 extra hours to my days.
- I’m building a fantastic new work station and my social life will become scarce as capstone approaches.
And last but not least, I am in a negative space. Or maybe I’m just paranoid, or pointless, or lacking intelligence in all my points. Either way, I’m stressed out.
In the vast majority of my cataloged life, written in glory detail within these pixelated pages, there are 5 previous years just like those above chronicled, accessible through the archive bar on the bottom of your page.
Here’s to 5 more.
Oh well, I’m here, I brought some beer, where’s the food at? I’m hungry!
Here’s my updated life in a nutshell.
- I will have a Masters degree in May
- I left my last job as the company doormat and started my job on Monday. I will doing flash, and in two months will have a nice healthy salary.
- I am single by choice, but I’m beginning to think that added more impending complication than I was originally expecting.
- I moved out of my parent’s house and into my own living quarters. I like the solitude but I’m ready for someplace better.
- I’m in tremendous need of a haircut. I’ve outgrown the long hair. Time to grow up, get professional, and add 2 extra hours to my days.
- I’m building a fantastic new work station and my social life will become scarce as capstone approaches.
And last but not least, I am in a negative space. Or maybe I’m just paranoid, or pointless, or lacking intelligence in all my points. Either way, I’m stressed out.
In the vast majority of my cataloged life, written in glory detail within these pixelated pages, there are 5 previous years just like those above chronicled, accessible through the archive bar on the bottom of your page.
Here’s to 5 more.