The big welcome post
Hello to the legions of readers on this massive world we call the internet. My name is Barbara F. Mangrum. The date is February 16th, 2006. I am 18 years old and I am living in Arnold Maryland. My interests include computers, video games and Asia. I have a very caring boyfriend named Jonathan M. Lober. I refuse to tell you how long we have been dating. The legnth of time is irrelevant. The main thing is that we are most certainly meant to be together, whether by friendship or romance.
A little more about me I suppose. The real me. The real me is a very insecure person. I have more doubts than anyone I have ever met. Most of them are silly in the eyes of others but to me they are real and massive. I need to be medicated but I'm not really a big fan of pill popping everyday. That and I am the most forgetful person you will ever meet.
I don't have many friends. In fact, I have one. Her name is Kathy Wann. I have plenty of work aquaintances though. And there's always Matt and JP but they are a special breed. They came packaged with Jon. I think that's just about all the people you will hear me mention. There's always my sister, Stephanie, and my gay brother Jeffrey. I have a Mom and half a Dad. If I ever feel the need to explain about my father I will. Jon has a siter named Jen who might pop into the picture once and a while, a Mommy, and his strict, militant father. Hmmm, more people than I originally thought.
I work at Sears in the Annapolis Mall. I'm just a lowly cashier, the lowest job in the store nex to the cleaning crew. I make 40 cents more than minimum wage. Isn't that kind of pathetic. It's more pathetic that they always rave about what a good employee I am. I'm going to start looking for a new job soon. They keep pulling shit and it's really starting to grate on my very last nerve.
One thing I forgot, I do not use swear words lightly. I mostly use the word poop to describe my ill feelings. When i swear, I'm really peeved.
I can't reall think of anything else to say. I must be more boring than I originally fathomed.
A little more about me I suppose. The real me. The real me is a very insecure person. I have more doubts than anyone I have ever met. Most of them are silly in the eyes of others but to me they are real and massive. I need to be medicated but I'm not really a big fan of pill popping everyday. That and I am the most forgetful person you will ever meet.
I don't have many friends. In fact, I have one. Her name is Kathy Wann. I have plenty of work aquaintances though. And there's always Matt and JP but they are a special breed. They came packaged with Jon. I think that's just about all the people you will hear me mention. There's always my sister, Stephanie, and my gay brother Jeffrey. I have a Mom and half a Dad. If I ever feel the need to explain about my father I will. Jon has a siter named Jen who might pop into the picture once and a while, a Mommy, and his strict, militant father. Hmmm, more people than I originally thought.
I work at Sears in the Annapolis Mall. I'm just a lowly cashier, the lowest job in the store nex to the cleaning crew. I make 40 cents more than minimum wage. Isn't that kind of pathetic. It's more pathetic that they always rave about what a good employee I am. I'm going to start looking for a new job soon. They keep pulling shit and it's really starting to grate on my very last nerve.
One thing I forgot, I do not use swear words lightly. I mostly use the word poop to describe my ill feelings. When i swear, I'm really peeved.
I can't reall think of anything else to say. I must be more boring than I originally fathomed.