roxy

Well, tomorrow should be fun. (If I were talking, you would note the sarcastic tone).

I'm going to an ACOA meeitng, on the advice of my counselor. That's Adult Children Of Alcoholics. She thinks I'll relate to people there and whatnot. But I'm not good with new people, and I'm kinda nervous about going. Besides, it's hard for me to tell strangers about the shitty childhood I had. Blah!

Then I have another interview, but this time at a bookstore. The University bookstore. I don't even want this job at all, I want the pet store job. She wants me to bring my lisence and social security card, so I'm afraid I'll get hired on the spot. But I won't hear from the pet store for a few more days.. ARGH.

I bounced a check. That cost me more money that I don't have. Yee-fucking-haw.

Sorry, as Lindsay put it, I have a case of the blahs. And I'm taking it out on this poor, innocent journal.

-Roxy
XOXOXO