Well, I told myself that I would start to update this journal on a regular basis but I haven't been doing it. Obviously. So anyway, I'm going to try it again. Hmmm...Where to start?
I just got home from work. I normally don't work on Fridays but they wanted me to come in and train someone. Said someone proceeded to ignore me all day and do really crappy work. Oh well. Management already said they might have a problem with her. I don't really care since work usually schedules me by myself cause I can get so much more done alone. Oh yeah, then this customer walked by and burped really loud.
Um, right now I'm listening to the Dwarves while sitting at my desk attempting to update my journal. I love my desk. It's huge. It is just a door on top of 2 filing cabinets. My problem is, though, is that the more space I have the more stuff seems to migrate into that space. I really need to get rid of alot of stuff. I already gave my little sister a whole box of random findings for her garage sale this summer. I love getting rid of stuff. It always feels (literally and figuratively)like I took a load off. The
person I live with is just the opposite. He's a hoarder and not in a good way. In a really creepy way. In fact if I try to throw something away, like an old sock with a hole in it and stains on the sole, he's like, "What?!? Why are you getting rid of that?!?" And I will tell him why, holes and stains, and he acts all weird about it. Then he gets it out of the garbage when I'm not looking and puts it in the basement. I once found a whole clothes basket full of 2 years and older mail for someone who had lived here like 2-3 years before me. The majority was junk mail, the rest was bills and stuff. I said, "What is this? Throw it away (remember it was 2 years and older)!" and he said, "No! It might be important." Seriously. I said, "If it was so important for you to save this important mail for this guy, then why didn't you ever give it to him or call him and tell him to pick it up?" "Uhhhhh...I don't know...(that's his most common phrase)." To which I reply something like, "Yes, these bills probably were important...TWO YEARS AGO!!! "Oh," he says, all long and drawn out like. "Yeah," I say. Needless to say I put all of it in the recycling container and he didn't put up his usual fight over it.
Now it's time for David Bowie.
Will someone please tell me what I am supposed to do with my life! I asked my Mom about it and she just laughed and said, "Honey, I'm 50 years old and I still don't know what I want to be when I grow up." Great. Why do I have to be one of those people who really care about it, but have no clue about it! I wish I could be more like some of my friends who just sort of drifted into something they don't really love, but don't hate either. I'm 28! I need help! I am trying though. The end of this semester will make this the end of my third year, full-time, of college. I have much more than that though. I went part-time here and there from '98-00. I always thought about becoming a massage therapist. Maybe I should just do that. I'm apprehensive because I'd have to get like a $7-8000 loan. I don't know. I just don't know.
I've always liked feet...as long as there's no fungus involved.
I overheard someone refer to the movie Brokeback Mountain as Fudgepack Mountain. I laughed.
Well, Sophronia I posted that for you. Thanks for forcing me out a little bit. Bye.
I just got home from work. I normally don't work on Fridays but they wanted me to come in and train someone. Said someone proceeded to ignore me all day and do really crappy work. Oh well. Management already said they might have a problem with her. I don't really care since work usually schedules me by myself cause I can get so much more done alone. Oh yeah, then this customer walked by and burped really loud.
Um, right now I'm listening to the Dwarves while sitting at my desk attempting to update my journal. I love my desk. It's huge. It is just a door on top of 2 filing cabinets. My problem is, though, is that the more space I have the more stuff seems to migrate into that space. I really need to get rid of alot of stuff. I already gave my little sister a whole box of random findings for her garage sale this summer. I love getting rid of stuff. It always feels (literally and figuratively)like I took a load off. The
person I live with is just the opposite. He's a hoarder and not in a good way. In a really creepy way. In fact if I try to throw something away, like an old sock with a hole in it and stains on the sole, he's like, "What?!? Why are you getting rid of that?!?" And I will tell him why, holes and stains, and he acts all weird about it. Then he gets it out of the garbage when I'm not looking and puts it in the basement. I once found a whole clothes basket full of 2 years and older mail for someone who had lived here like 2-3 years before me. The majority was junk mail, the rest was bills and stuff. I said, "What is this? Throw it away (remember it was 2 years and older)!" and he said, "No! It might be important." Seriously. I said, "If it was so important for you to save this important mail for this guy, then why didn't you ever give it to him or call him and tell him to pick it up?" "Uhhhhh...I don't know...(that's his most common phrase)." To which I reply something like, "Yes, these bills probably were important...TWO YEARS AGO!!! "Oh," he says, all long and drawn out like. "Yeah," I say. Needless to say I put all of it in the recycling container and he didn't put up his usual fight over it.
Now it's time for David Bowie.
Will someone please tell me what I am supposed to do with my life! I asked my Mom about it and she just laughed and said, "Honey, I'm 50 years old and I still don't know what I want to be when I grow up." Great. Why do I have to be one of those people who really care about it, but have no clue about it! I wish I could be more like some of my friends who just sort of drifted into something they don't really love, but don't hate either. I'm 28! I need help! I am trying though. The end of this semester will make this the end of my third year, full-time, of college. I have much more than that though. I went part-time here and there from '98-00. I always thought about becoming a massage therapist. Maybe I should just do that. I'm apprehensive because I'd have to get like a $7-8000 loan. I don't know. I just don't know.
I've always liked feet...as long as there's no fungus involved.
I overheard someone refer to the movie Brokeback Mountain as Fudgepack Mountain. I laughed.
Well, Sophronia I posted that for you. Thanks for forcing me out a little bit. Bye.
It's always Bowie time around here!
Being a massage therapist rocks! Especially when your clients bring you home-made cookies.
Great entry, looking forward to the next!
I saw you post in the chestpeices = sexy thread in the tattoo group.
I answered there, but thought I would here too.
Im Liors fiancee. She drew and designed the tattoo herself, and her artist altered it slightly.
Its only been posted on SG in the tattoo group, the PSW group and her own journal when it was active, on BME and her IAM account there.
If you have seen it posted anywhere else, or it on anyone else, you can let her know through the link I posted in the thread, via my journal - if itm still active because my account is about to lapse, or at
paggiethecat @ hotmail.com