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I'm supposed to be leaving for Sacramento in a couple hours, but that's only if I continue feeling better. I was soooo sick today. I still feel kinda icky, but I can make it I think. As long as my fever stays down, my food stays down, and my malaise goes away. If not, I'll move my reservations to Sunday. God. I really hope I can make it.

After all those interviews with Starbucks, I called today and they said that I'm "just not fit for Starbucks". I'm not Starbucks quality, Starbucks material. Not fucking good enough for your store. I'm going to get dressed and go get Drea now and try to feel better with the mall.

I'm lying here in bed with my headphones on listening to old songs that suit my mood and forcing back the tears with Jack Daniels. What a ridiculous sight I am. Stupid girl missing a stupid man. Stupid girl loving a stupid man. Argh. Really, with what I'm listening to and the sad sight I am, it is just like some movie. I shit you not. Movie: Girl ( Read more... )

Vexed. Completely vexed. Everything must be absolutely ideal when THEY come over. Everything must be spic and spasm. "Why," I ask, "do you do this only when they come over and not when Pat or someone else comes over?" Ooh a pressure point. That's a sensitive one. I can see the red lights coming on in her head as she tenses up. "BECAUSE THEIR house ( Read more... )

"Chalk down my hands ( Read more... )

Okay. I just called my dad's office and cancelled the interview and said that I'd be happier pursuing another. That was nerve wracking. Now to deal with my dad ( Read more... )

The real world sucks. As of now I have a job working something that I swore I would never do. I'm doing the 9-5 in a cubicle filing shit for minimum wage. Oh the horror. I can just feel some higher power giggling inanely at me saying, "How does your last day of freedom feel, hmmm?" Fuck. No more staying up till 7am painting for me. I really don't ( Read more... )

I'm graduating in 2 1/2 hours. What the fuck? I'm really hungover too and I feel like SHIT. Not to mention I'm about to faint from being so nervous and feeling crappy anyways. Gotta go get dressed now and fix my shoes. Oh man. This is weird ( Read more... )