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I really regret never having bookmarked her journal edit: And now Annie. I don't want any Annies to go away
Shit that is the worst thing for me to be thinking about right now. Moving bravely forward...
When I have money, I'm buying one of the Human League's greatest hits albums. Oh yeah I went there.
Annie is a fan of The Ramones. Should I be interested? Should I buy one of their albums? If any of you gives me a resounding YES!!!!! and recommends an album I'll do it.
4:02pm - At the time I'm writing this, I'm biting my nails because I just got a call from a contracting company guy who wants to get me an HTML developer job at $22/hour. He's supposed to be emailing me asking me for my resume. I haven't got an email. I feel like I blew it on the phone, he kept asking why I haven't had a job since 2002. I kept explaining I was focusing on school at that time, which is true. I was really nervous.
Come on, guy. Please email me. Please please please. This is the best call I've gotten so far.
I don't think he's emailing me back. That is harsh. I'm really upset. This was the best call I've gotten so far.
4:07 - Phew. Ok. He emailed me back. Shit, I got really worried there. Five minutes is a long time to wait when you're desperate for a job.
Please let this one work out. It's perfect. Please please please.
Now I just have to keep my fingers crossed. I had to show him my homepage and The Annieverse as my portfolio. Eep. After showing him those, I also mailed him links to a sample of the work I did for Human Genome Sciences, and my work for the school juggling club. Eeeep. My design skills aren't as strong as my basic coding skills. My homepage is just a list of links. Not too impressive. Hopefully they'll like The Annieverse and the Human Genome Sciences thing, but that's only slightly more impressive.
I took SG off my homepage. They don't need to know I'm a member of SG.
Oh fuck. They're going to see my lack of design skills and not hire me. I need this so bad. Oh man.
All right time to stop thinking about it. I made an appointment to get my hair trimmed tomorrow. Redbeard3 advised me to go out and buy a new outfit and eat some green tea mochi ice cream. That stuff is THE SHIT. Seriously, please go to a Japanese restaurant and have green tea mochi ice cream. I promise you will not regret it. Mmmmm.
Major huge enormous stress tonight. My mom's friend had to go to A's place to check out the rooms for the painting. He called me tonight to get her address and phone number. I couldn't find the piece of paper I'd printed them out on, so I went to check my gmail where I have it saved. My wireless crapped out on me at that EXACT second. Exactly. Oh I was pissed. I freaked and tried using dial-up, not remembering that the dial-up uses the same line that I was on the phone with mom's friend on. This disconnected us. I had to rush to mom's computer to get A's phone number and address, then try to call the friend back on mom's cell phone because I didn't have his number.
It gets worse. Being stressed, I didn't realize that I should go over and meet him at A's place and be with them while he checked out the rooms. I hadn't been planning to. So when I realized it, being in this extremely stressed state after the stupid wireless shit, not to mention being stressed about the possible job opportunity, I rushed out the door into my car. I was so fucking stressed I thought I was going to become psychotic like after my car accident in '03. I had been chatting with Redbeard3 and we had agreed that I would call him and talk to him on the drive there. I kept calling and getting his voice mail.
Later I got a hold of him and he said his phone had been off, he had forgotten to turn it back on after charging it. Ack. We talked for a while as I'm carefully driving and feeling scared shitless that I was going to become psychotic or have an accident or both, when the phone starts to beep, telling me I have another call. I check it and it says "mom home".
I switched to mom, who told me her friend had already been to A's place and back. Not only that, he said the room was disgusting, with cat shit on the walls and urine everywhere. A has been keeping a mother cat and a litter of kittens in there that the SPCA has had her fostering. It still gets worse. Mom's friend also says that A has adopted these cats. Fuck. The room I'm supposed to be living in is disgusting, and now instead of living with two cats I'm going to be living with eight?? This is really fucking bad. I realize that A is a lawyer and it's litigation time, but... shit.
She emailed me later to say that she wants to have the carpet in that room professionally cleaned before I moved in, but here's the catch: she can't be home during the day to meet the carpet cleaners.
So she asks if I can be there to meet them.
Man. I don't know WHAT to think. That is a really awkward position to put me in, especially after what I heard from mom's friend tonight.
I haven't talked to A since mom's friend said what he did, so I don't know for sure if she's really adopted those cats. I'm hoping she's only adopted the mother. I can handle living with three cats. But EIGHT?? All right, I mean, A did say that she's moving the kittens into the basement before I move in. But this brings up a lot of questions. With her busy schedule, she shouldn't be fostering cats at all. She joked that she was going to become a cat lady... I really don't want to see her really become a bad cat lady. And what possessed her to have the cats in that room in the first place, knowing I'd be living there?
The most important question, of course, is: does this mean I shouldn't move in with her?
Well. I've decided I AM moving in with her, because I need so badly to get the hell away from mom. If I discover that my living situation with A is awful, I'll look for a new place from her place. I hate to have to do this but when I move in I'm going to keep a close eye on those kittens to make sure they aren't living in disgusting conditions. Sound like from mom's friend they already are. Jesus, I really hope she didn't actually adopt those poor babies. Fuck.
Still gets worse. I went to take my pills right now and realized I didn't refill my prescription for the antipsychotic today like I was supposed to. On a night when I really really need them. And I am so fucking beat that I refuse to call my psychiatrist and drive out to the 24 hour pharmacy to get more. I'll go to the nearby pharmacy first thing tomorrow morning.
Worse still, I totally missed my appointment for therapy today. My Palm didn't beep at me, apparently because the batteries were so low as I later discovered. The reminder was on the screen, but I had been in the same room with it the entire time and heard nothing.
When it rains, it pours.
Save me Annie.
I really regret never having bookmarked her journal edit: And now Annie. I don't want any Annies to go away
Shit that is the worst thing for me to be thinking about right now. Moving bravely forward...
When I have money, I'm buying one of the Human League's greatest hits albums. Oh yeah I went there.
Annie is a fan of The Ramones. Should I be interested? Should I buy one of their albums? If any of you gives me a resounding YES!!!!! and recommends an album I'll do it.
4:02pm - At the time I'm writing this, I'm biting my nails because I just got a call from a contracting company guy who wants to get me an HTML developer job at $22/hour. He's supposed to be emailing me asking me for my resume. I haven't got an email. I feel like I blew it on the phone, he kept asking why I haven't had a job since 2002. I kept explaining I was focusing on school at that time, which is true. I was really nervous.
Come on, guy. Please email me. Please please please. This is the best call I've gotten so far.
I don't think he's emailing me back. That is harsh. I'm really upset. This was the best call I've gotten so far.
4:07 - Phew. Ok. He emailed me back. Shit, I got really worried there. Five minutes is a long time to wait when you're desperate for a job.
Please let this one work out. It's perfect. Please please please.
Now I just have to keep my fingers crossed. I had to show him my homepage and The Annieverse as my portfolio. Eep. After showing him those, I also mailed him links to a sample of the work I did for Human Genome Sciences, and my work for the school juggling club. Eeeep. My design skills aren't as strong as my basic coding skills. My homepage is just a list of links. Not too impressive. Hopefully they'll like The Annieverse and the Human Genome Sciences thing, but that's only slightly more impressive.
I took SG off my homepage. They don't need to know I'm a member of SG.
Oh fuck. They're going to see my lack of design skills and not hire me. I need this so bad. Oh man.
All right time to stop thinking about it. I made an appointment to get my hair trimmed tomorrow. Redbeard3 advised me to go out and buy a new outfit and eat some green tea mochi ice cream. That stuff is THE SHIT. Seriously, please go to a Japanese restaurant and have green tea mochi ice cream. I promise you will not regret it. Mmmmm.
Major huge enormous stress tonight. My mom's friend had to go to A's place to check out the rooms for the painting. He called me tonight to get her address and phone number. I couldn't find the piece of paper I'd printed them out on, so I went to check my gmail where I have it saved. My wireless crapped out on me at that EXACT second. Exactly. Oh I was pissed. I freaked and tried using dial-up, not remembering that the dial-up uses the same line that I was on the phone with mom's friend on. This disconnected us. I had to rush to mom's computer to get A's phone number and address, then try to call the friend back on mom's cell phone because I didn't have his number.
It gets worse. Being stressed, I didn't realize that I should go over and meet him at A's place and be with them while he checked out the rooms. I hadn't been planning to. So when I realized it, being in this extremely stressed state after the stupid wireless shit, not to mention being stressed about the possible job opportunity, I rushed out the door into my car. I was so fucking stressed I thought I was going to become psychotic like after my car accident in '03. I had been chatting with Redbeard3 and we had agreed that I would call him and talk to him on the drive there. I kept calling and getting his voice mail.
Later I got a hold of him and he said his phone had been off, he had forgotten to turn it back on after charging it. Ack. We talked for a while as I'm carefully driving and feeling scared shitless that I was going to become psychotic or have an accident or both, when the phone starts to beep, telling me I have another call. I check it and it says "mom home".
I switched to mom, who told me her friend had already been to A's place and back. Not only that, he said the room was disgusting, with cat shit on the walls and urine everywhere. A has been keeping a mother cat and a litter of kittens in there that the SPCA has had her fostering. It still gets worse. Mom's friend also says that A has adopted these cats. Fuck. The room I'm supposed to be living in is disgusting, and now instead of living with two cats I'm going to be living with eight?? This is really fucking bad. I realize that A is a lawyer and it's litigation time, but... shit.
She emailed me later to say that she wants to have the carpet in that room professionally cleaned before I moved in, but here's the catch: she can't be home during the day to meet the carpet cleaners.
So she asks if I can be there to meet them.
Man. I don't know WHAT to think. That is a really awkward position to put me in, especially after what I heard from mom's friend tonight.
I haven't talked to A since mom's friend said what he did, so I don't know for sure if she's really adopted those cats. I'm hoping she's only adopted the mother. I can handle living with three cats. But EIGHT?? All right, I mean, A did say that she's moving the kittens into the basement before I move in. But this brings up a lot of questions. With her busy schedule, she shouldn't be fostering cats at all. She joked that she was going to become a cat lady... I really don't want to see her really become a bad cat lady. And what possessed her to have the cats in that room in the first place, knowing I'd be living there?
The most important question, of course, is: does this mean I shouldn't move in with her?
Well. I've decided I AM moving in with her, because I need so badly to get the hell away from mom. If I discover that my living situation with A is awful, I'll look for a new place from her place. I hate to have to do this but when I move in I'm going to keep a close eye on those kittens to make sure they aren't living in disgusting conditions. Sound like from mom's friend they already are. Jesus, I really hope she didn't actually adopt those poor babies. Fuck.
Still gets worse. I went to take my pills right now and realized I didn't refill my prescription for the antipsychotic today like I was supposed to. On a night when I really really need them. And I am so fucking beat that I refuse to call my psychiatrist and drive out to the 24 hour pharmacy to get more. I'll go to the nearby pharmacy first thing tomorrow morning.
Worse still, I totally missed my appointment for therapy today. My Palm didn't beep at me, apparently because the batteries were so low as I later discovered. The reminder was on the screen, but I had been in the same room with it the entire time and heard nothing.
When it rains, it pours.
Save me Annie.
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I'm not gonna tell you they were lame after the '70s; Too Tought to Die is solid, some folks swear by Animal Boy (I was down on it at the time, but the songs from it that Little Steven's played on his radio show sound good now), and a couple of the '90s song caught my ear... however, I don't think I'm stretching when I say most folks would consider the All the Stuff albums amongst the best ever.
sorry things are really crappy right now