evzilla

So I didn't get the house.
At least they e-mailed me to let me know.
At least they didn't leave me hanging.
At least...

FUCK THAT!
FUCK THIS SHIT!
I'm fucking awesome! These motherfuckers are missing the fuck out by not letting me move in! They're being ridiculous! I'm the easiest person on the fucking planet to fucking live with! I'm polite and clean and considerate and I'm not uptight and I share my food and Netflix and fucking booze! Come the fuck on!

I've looked at about two dozen places in the past month. This has completely broken my heart. I'm going to look at a place tonight and two tomorrow. I'm so tired. If I don't find anything by Saturday I'm going to stop trying for the 1st. I'll have to stick it out another month in this hell hole.
Saturday.
We'll see.

Went to Wonderland with a friend last night, she bailed on me early so I called in back up. My pal Luis showed up and bought me drinks, and I picked out a random fella at the bar, as I tend to do, to pick on all evening. He then bought me drinks and we exchanged heated, sexually tense words all evening. It was actually a good time.

I know it's because I'm 23 that I'm able to stay out drinking all night, get almost no sleep and then roll into work the next day, bright-eyed, bushy-tailed and on-time. I know I won't be able to do this in five years.
But for now, it's fucking fun.

I also sent out a very funny memo at work today and watched people in the doctor's office giggling while they read it.
It's the little things, man.

Now excuse me while I go pretend that I care what I look like in order to "intervew" for this fucking house tonight.

(I miss Jocelyn.)