thelibra

that was the interview from hell. i really hope i don't get that job. the pay is awful and i'd have to go in at 7:00 am!

where's my iPod?
[yes, i promise to be careful, click_here]

where's my tax refund?!

ford credit put the extra $319.35 back into my bank account. i wonder if i still have to pay for may though, since they said that i didn't? i'll have my dad straighten it oot.

the other interview for the job i really really want is on monday. woot woot.

i want to go to france, make more memories and snuggle with zpo right now. i did finally figure out a way to arrange the pillows so it kind of feels like him next to me. this will only work for a short amount of time, but i'm sleeping really well. this is good, because i know we won't be doing much sleeping once we're back together...

what the hell is up with my dreams? i now have a recurring dream that my grandfather dies and i don't care. i mean i know he's a prick bastard, but he's still my grandfather. i know i'll be sad or something if/when he passes but maybe my subconscious is trying to tell me something. like that i need therapy. maybe i need more xanax.

who else has netflix? i need friends.