A small update to Mr. Journal!
Hey all. I know, it's been a while. A lot has happened since I last spoke with you, Mr. Journal! I almost missed you! I said, almost. Don't get all angry at me you... electronic memroy saver!
Anyway, I had a job here in Washington. Hell, I had a lot of things. A happy life, a job and a boyfriend. Now I've only got one of those things left. The happy life part. As if you all read an earlier message of Mr. Journal here, you'd see that me and boy were having some issues. I thought they were worked out. Little did I know that I was wrong. DEAD wrong... okay, not dead, but you get the picture.
Long story short, I went to work one day, normal day as any other. When I woke up, jerkface was already at class and by the computer, there was a pic of my birdy self. A quick 6 minute sketch. Nothing big, and it said to read what was on the monitor. There was nothing on the monitor. Nothing except for a bit torrent. So I went to work as normal. I got there and an hour in, I got an email from the lord of douchebaggery himself asking if I got the message. I emailed him and said no, then called him on my break. He sid that he'd send it in an email, thinking it was nothing big. So I found the email and I found out it was a long break up email. Okay, Mr. Journal, hear this... BREAK UP... EMAIL! We lived together! He could have told me over the phone or before work! What? Was he afraid I was going to punch him right in his oversized nose? Well, I probably would have, but that's besides the point, my journal type comrade. So, I read it and at the end he was saying, "Don't make a scene at work." Well, I didn't but I left work and headed straight over to where I am now. With 4 other really cool people. Most fun I've had while being here. I mean, I know I'd said I'd never drink again, but damn. I got trashed! It was great! There were a ton of furs over here and I got a hug from a random female. A hug is nothing but still... that was an awful nice gesture for cleaning a glass and offering a beer. Although... I think she might have been underage but ah well. She declined anywho. But yeah, I've been here for a week now, and I've got my plane ticket home. April 5th and all that. But I think my fun distracted me from the point at hand. Why did you do that, Mr. Journal. One of these days, I'll find your first name out, damn you.
But yeah, I'm single now, for the most part. Until I get home, I know a girl and me are going to hook up. Something I should have done before coming out here and listened to her and the countless people online, but eh, life without experience or some stuff like that.
Oh, and if I ever defended Sal... errr... sorry... that sorry sack of crap... then all who hate him, feel free to spam him! I hate him now! More than I ever have anyone in my life! I'm even using the custom character he made in a wrestling game to beat him up... over... and over... and over again. You wouldn't BELIEVE how much fun that is.
So all who read this! Be aware! Hate that guy! HATE HIM, I SAY! And if you're a good friend of him, well... stop it. I mean it. :P
I can't wait to get home now, with all my friends there. It'll be like I never left! And Indiana is much fun! All the furs there are god people too!
So, I think I've ranted enough here, my friend, so I'll let you rest more and you know... do journal type things.
Buh-bye!
Anyway, I had a job here in Washington. Hell, I had a lot of things. A happy life, a job and a boyfriend. Now I've only got one of those things left. The happy life part. As if you all read an earlier message of Mr. Journal here, you'd see that me and boy were having some issues. I thought they were worked out. Little did I know that I was wrong. DEAD wrong... okay, not dead, but you get the picture.
Long story short, I went to work one day, normal day as any other. When I woke up, jerkface was already at class and by the computer, there was a pic of my birdy self. A quick 6 minute sketch. Nothing big, and it said to read what was on the monitor. There was nothing on the monitor. Nothing except for a bit torrent. So I went to work as normal. I got there and an hour in, I got an email from the lord of douchebaggery himself asking if I got the message. I emailed him and said no, then called him on my break. He sid that he'd send it in an email, thinking it was nothing big. So I found the email and I found out it was a long break up email. Okay, Mr. Journal, hear this... BREAK UP... EMAIL! We lived together! He could have told me over the phone or before work! What? Was he afraid I was going to punch him right in his oversized nose? Well, I probably would have, but that's besides the point, my journal type comrade. So, I read it and at the end he was saying, "Don't make a scene at work." Well, I didn't but I left work and headed straight over to where I am now. With 4 other really cool people. Most fun I've had while being here. I mean, I know I'd said I'd never drink again, but damn. I got trashed! It was great! There were a ton of furs over here and I got a hug from a random female. A hug is nothing but still... that was an awful nice gesture for cleaning a glass and offering a beer. Although... I think she might have been underage but ah well. She declined anywho. But yeah, I've been here for a week now, and I've got my plane ticket home. April 5th and all that. But I think my fun distracted me from the point at hand. Why did you do that, Mr. Journal. One of these days, I'll find your first name out, damn you.
But yeah, I'm single now, for the most part. Until I get home, I know a girl and me are going to hook up. Something I should have done before coming out here and listened to her and the countless people online, but eh, life without experience or some stuff like that.
Oh, and if I ever defended Sal... errr... sorry... that sorry sack of crap... then all who hate him, feel free to spam him! I hate him now! More than I ever have anyone in my life! I'm even using the custom character he made in a wrestling game to beat him up... over... and over... and over again. You wouldn't BELIEVE how much fun that is.
So all who read this! Be aware! Hate that guy! HATE HIM, I SAY! And if you're a good friend of him, well... stop it. I mean it. :P
I can't wait to get home now, with all my friends there. It'll be like I never left! And Indiana is much fun! All the furs there are god people too!
So, I think I've ranted enough here, my friend, so I'll let you rest more and you know... do journal type things.
Buh-bye!