Ah ha!
Another 8 hour work day of complete bullshit under the belt!
More paper shuffling, and dealing with irrate suburbanites.
They all want their fuckin' seasons of Seinfeld and the West Wing (I never understood the compulsion to OWN t.v. seasons on DVD... who has that much time to spend staring at a box? I guess if you're upper-middle class and stupid anything goes, right?)
Well, time to spiff up the old resume (a new job is definitly on the horizon, cuz two years of this suburban mall job bullshit has just about murdered the remaining sliver of sanity) and package up some shit I sold on ebay, prepare for some out-of-town trips (Kansas City, Chicago, Pittsburgh) and then turn a few pages in Kafka's AMERIKA and then it's off to bed.
Then it's 9-5 tomorrow, furniture shopping and then I can FINALLY settle in to my new place (in the Central West End of St. Louis... like the French Quarter to New Orleans, or Soho to NY).
Damn, my life is hella boring.
But sometimes boring is good.
This is officially the most pathetic journal entry to ever disgrace Suicide Girls... I'm gonna stop now before it gets TOO pathetic (ah,... too late!).
Another 8 hour work day of complete bullshit under the belt!
More paper shuffling, and dealing with irrate suburbanites.
They all want their fuckin' seasons of Seinfeld and the West Wing (I never understood the compulsion to OWN t.v. seasons on DVD... who has that much time to spend staring at a box? I guess if you're upper-middle class and stupid anything goes, right?)
Well, time to spiff up the old resume (a new job is definitly on the horizon, cuz two years of this suburban mall job bullshit has just about murdered the remaining sliver of sanity) and package up some shit I sold on ebay, prepare for some out-of-town trips (Kansas City, Chicago, Pittsburgh) and then turn a few pages in Kafka's AMERIKA and then it's off to bed.
Then it's 9-5 tomorrow, furniture shopping and then I can FINALLY settle in to my new place (in the Central West End of St. Louis... like the French Quarter to New Orleans, or Soho to NY).
Damn, my life is hella boring.
But sometimes boring is good.
This is officially the most pathetic journal entry to ever disgrace Suicide Girls... I'm gonna stop now before it gets TOO pathetic (ah,... too late!).