I stumbled upon this...

Wow. Can't believe I remembered my password.

I am quitting my job in a couple of weeks. I just can't hack it anymore. My boss is nuts, and I'm sick of people flipping out on me. It's such a negative space lately, and I fear that I might be partially responsible because while my body is here my mind has moved on. So I'm just not really me here anymore ( Read more... )

Ugh. I don't know why your best friend gave me longwinded and unsolicted relationship advice. Well, I suppose I do know, but really? Are we actually going to try this again? We're still in the same stupid patterns as illustrated when you came over the other night and I apologized for the nth time for my messy apartment, and you mentioned for ( Read more... )

I bought a car from my ex-boyfriend.

I was supposed to pay him a couple of days ago. We were on good terms for a heartbeat, but apparently at this point he doesn't want to call me SO MUCH SO that he won't even do it for money.

I could just drop off a check, but I need the title.

I'm having visions of police, repo men, and Judge Judy.

I fear that I may break up with him again.

I'm such an asshole. I mean, have I mentioned what a terrific asshole I am?

Seriously.

All I can say is that it's not my fault that I've lost patience with the slightest hint of tepidity. Or maybe it is my fault. Who knows? Who cares? It is what it is.

I met Nick's parents, which I really didn't want to do, but I did, and it wasn't god awful ( Read more... )

( God, I'm full of neuroses today. But I found five dollars, so that's good. )

It's been an odd fun birthday weekend, the most significant thing being that Nick and I are back together, as I thought might happen. I figured that his spending a couple weeks in the woods hanging out with hippies and doing drugs would bring him to his senses (as fucked up as that sounds) and it did. I'm glad because I really did not want to ( Read more... )

and I'm realizing that life will stay alternately sucky and awesome forever. Today things are at a midpoint. And I think I missed my ten year high school reunion. Whoopsies ( Read more... )

Today I hate my job more than I hate AIDS.