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Well, things are kinda, sorta, somewhat falling into place. I mean, there's no doubt about it: I need to move to Orlando. I was casually talking to another store manager that I'd never really talked to and after talking a while, she suggested I go for a corp. consultant position. "Where's the nearest corperate store?" she asked. "Orlando." "Well, that's where you need to go." Would ironic be the best word? I always fumble with it's definition. Damn Alanis. Anyways, about 3 times a week now, I get a skin-crawling feeling driving up through my neighborhood. Even at my complex. I think it's Matt. The terrible, horrible ex-boyfriend who I alternate between feeling pity and wondering if I'd feel remorse if I ended up physically hurting him. Let's just say I don't need him in my life. Then there was a big incident in front of my apartment where a girl was beating the hell out of her boyfriend because, it appeared, he was breaking up with her. Ok, neighborhood starting to feel a little less safe now. Then some of my friends are on steady decline. I won't mention one of the names, but I am so scared for his health it sickens me. I fear for the road he might be headed down. Then there's a girlfriend and employee who's dating another good friend/employee and she is attracted to me, like I am her. I mean she's cute, classy, bi like me, and a lot of fun to be around. But the guy is a prospective manager and a great guy to hang out with. I would never want to hurt him. And my moving won't be affected by a new relationship, so I don't want to hurt her either. Then there's my best friend. Trin invited her up to McDonald's on the busiest of all days with the notion that I'd be able to talk. Meanwhile the afore mentoned guy and I are making over 400 cheesburgers in 2 hours. My sugar dropped too low and I wasn't social and I was worried about getting a customer complaint because they were talking about penis and I was trying to sit next to them in full uniform. I had to get up because a 60+ year old regular customer was at the register and if I sat there it meant I was condoning it. As she left, I said goodbye to her and she ignored me and sped off. She hasn't tried to contact me since. About another friend, when when I went to Orlando and came back, I heard someone's favorite artist and the it was the song name that they'd chosen to go by. A song which I had never heard all the way through. I called her and, like the text message I sent when she was sick, I got no response. So my friend situation is steadily declining. And as much fun as me and Trin have together, sometimes it's too much excitement and drama for me to handle. Especially when I'm pulling 53 hour weeks to help my store and get ready to move. Oh, did I mention that my apartment complex tried to evict me because they've been coming in my apartment without my knowledge and determined it's dirty and gave me a 7-day notice (with opportunity to cure, thank you Jesus)?

I can't wait for Orlando. Hold a sec, cute boy trying to IM me. Bye Livejournal.