Good news and bad news...
I got a job. Yes, a real one. No, it doesn't involve me swinging my boobies in front of the webcam for men from the backwoods of Russia for 35 cents a minute. I work at a place that sells just about every piece and part of '64 to '72 Chevelles, El Caminos and Monte Carlos. Its absolutely the perfect job for me. I'm the shipping and receiving person. I get to play with car parts all day and only get moderately filthy. Its a tiny company with only 5 employees and I work from 9 to 4. Its awesome. I'm really happy about it.
That was the good news, bad news is the lease on the apartment we were living in is up so we packed up our shit, said goodbye and a big FUCK YOU to John's asshole filthy pig cousin and ....moved in with John's parents. Weeee. Hopefully it won't be for too long. We shall see. I'm sure my black cloud of doom will come back and ruin everything just as soon as things start looking good again. Oh well. If there is anything you should learn from the life of Rhianna, its how to say, "Eh, fuck it." and move on.
That was the good news, bad news is the lease on the apartment we were living in is up so we packed up our shit, said goodbye and a big FUCK YOU to John's asshole filthy pig cousin and ....moved in with John's parents. Weeee. Hopefully it won't be for too long. We shall see. I'm sure my black cloud of doom will come back and ruin everything just as soon as things start looking good again. Oh well. If there is anything you should learn from the life of Rhianna, its how to say, "Eh, fuck it." and move on.