my day without jezebel is better and i read more stuff that’s sourced, verified, newsy whatever. i don’t get angry. haha sometimes i miss the fashion coverage but i can solve that problem myself with style.com. i am going to keep up my jezebel boycott.
my month has been crazy.
that is almost all-
who forgets to put their phone number on resumes!? i need someone to hand me a great job HAND ME ONE so i can stop going through this horrible process. all the jobs i applied for are basically NILLED.
i am in a bummer. i am downcast.
what is wrong with me? i am fine and happy and whatever. my life is nice. i guess i am a little stressed out. i really am hating my job lately and my apartment is in shambles. i feel so busy all the time but i also feel like i am not doing anything. i want to get over this rut or whatever. so this week i am going to be very productive, fix my apartment, cuddle my cats and try to see a lot of friends. hopefully i will forget my blues.
we’re going to boston.
we’re buying furniture next week.
i have a credit card
the curtains are covering our windows.
I FEEL GROWN UP
a little.
i was watching men’s swimming yesterday and i don’t even like or care about swimming but i was of course rapt and excited and i cheered when the american men beat the french men in the 4X100 freestyle. mostly because the french were talking smack and got olympic ring tattoos. i was offended by both of those things.
i wish i could be hanging out with my cats right now. hermione mews at the bathroom door as soon as i get out of the shower and ilet her in. this morning i pet her for a little while but now i just want to go home and cuddle her!
i can’t stop being thirsty! i’ve already had two huge cups of water today! a liquid needs to be invented that will quench thirst but with small amounts.
i get really jealous of people with jobs they love. i am so sick of people yelled at and belittled constantly- not just by customers. i kind of wish i could write for a living, even though when i was younger i was all “i don’t want to get paid for my brain children” but that was when i wrote shitty poetry and was like, a sophmore in high school. good im not like that anymore, someone pay me to write things.
i just realized something- that people expect you tbe all knowledgable about curren events and stuff and other things- like whats going on in the world around you but you don’t have enough to find any of that stuff out, usually. i have it now but it is the first time i have. weird. now i know all sorts of things i never did before, like legislatoring people and other stuff. i never used to have the time to do that stuff.
i wish robots would stop calling me! i am not diabetic, i do not own a car and i am not in debt. picking up the phone to a robot is a waste of time and it makes me pissy.
this weekend i am going to buffalo and intend to dance saturday night away. i really want to wear a short dress and shake my a at some rihanna.
when you’re broke life is not as good. i get paid this week, finally. i miss not being worried about money all the time.
