shyaraceli

i haven't had time for some time...

i'm throwing everything i have in the world into boxes and moving myself into a new space. i hate packing.

no. i fucking hate packing!

no matter how much crap i get rid of i always seem to accumulate more shortly thereafter.

i have to get rid of some more shit.

Oh shit, where do I begin...

My little guy, my stinky dog was clipped by a car on Monday night.

He is okay, but a little bruised.

The interview that went so well was for a newspaper in the area. I was told I was in consideration for the position, but who knows how many others there are.

Things at my current job are not...
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ho hum holiday weekend. no barbeques for me.

my interview went really well. iactually think i won't get sick of this job, if i get it.

i decided to take a nap with the smelly dog instead of washing him

My dog's really stinky, he needs a bath.
I'm too tired to wash him and too cranky to sit here and smell him.

I have an interview for a job that I've been dying for. Of course, I'll hate it once it's mine.


I think I should wash the stinky dog.

I'm having trouble coming up with something to write that won't bore you all to tears (if anyone actually read this, that is).

I'm also incredibly shy. Not a normal kind of shy; I kind of go by the way of an introverted-extrovert.

Any suggestions?