dizzy

gawd, i am way to hung over to be in the office right now. Working with loud people is one thing, but when they all speak Japanese and you don't, it's hard not to get a little annoyed. An Island of one, this is what i have become.

Well, i can say goodbye to my savings. I spoke to my mother last night, and she's taking a hit from uncle sam. 5k in taxes.
Well, it's better than me spending it on booze and shit i never use, but it's distressing to see her like this. She's worked everyday of her life. Currently holding down two jobs, and going to college...

I wish i could do more...

speaking of more, Running journal time.
-more later

11:02am

'I am all day with my cock up' still has me snorting when i laugh.

12:34am

someone needs to tell desirecomplex about himself.
PIRATES RULE!

there will be no pirate knockin in the kiddizzy journal.

chicken lover.

4:27pm

So i just got yelled at by a couple of my coworkers for 1) eating lunch at 4pm 2) eating while working and 3) being to damn skinny. Recently i have had dietery problems. Like, Zero appetite from november thru feb. It got pretty bad, where my stomach wouldn't even hold soup. (not to worry, i'm doing aalot better now. even got a pot belly.)
So them lovely ladies chewing my ass out a while ago is actually a good thing. Sometimes i need to be reminded to stay focused and take care of myself.
Thanks ladies. you are appreciated.

*now i'll actually go over there and tell them that in person*