So it happens this way: every time I think I'm going to update my journal, I remember how long it's been and how much stuff I'll have to skip over, and then I go "....aw, screw it." and I don't write. Of course, when I'm severely medicated, that doesn't happen, so that's why I'm writing right now. Also, it's probably the reason why this won't ( Read more... )

1. If you have a sob story for the people closing down the Pirates ride, they'll give you re-entry passes ( Read more... )

In another edition of "I only write here when I've got a Migraine" theater:

( Cut for angry ranting )

I have reached the end of the Nothing to Talk About phase, apparently. Stuff is happening! I better get it down in my blog before it flies out of my head, eh? ;-P ( Read more... )

Mmmm. Jealousy and depression, I remember you guys ( Read more... )

So, of course, as soon as I can't so much as look at the computer, I start getting job offers that actually might seem legit. Which is all well and good, but they al involve testing of some sort, and I can't look at what I'm doing here. Bleah ( Read more... )

One day, I'll start updating again. Figured today I can get a placeholder in ( Read more... )

Kansas sucks. I find this out every time I drive from Colorado to Florida or back, but I always seem to forget how much. Soooo boring.

Lawrence, Kansas sucks even more. We were planning on staying there last night and instead got the hell out quicker than planned. EVERYTHING went wrong there. It's like a black hole of suck ( Read more... )

May 22nd: Fly to Orlando
May 24th: Fly back to Denver, with Nicki
May ...um, something: Begin trek down to Daytona. Try not to go insane on the Kansas leg (note: Presence of Nicki will aid in this greatly).
After that: Find a friggin' job. Most definitely with benefits.

...yeah, that's foolproof, right?

Dear Don,

I am currently 'manager' of Store #XXXXXX, in Harry's district. I apologize that this is the first you hear from me, but unfortunately that can't be helped.

I am writing to give you my two weeks notice.

( It's been fun, but- oh, wait, no it hasn't... )