thisisalladream

after a month and a half of struggling for employment in my hometown i actually got offered a job at a little more than minimum wage and at part time. i thought, oh great.

i have been spending my weekends in Philadelphia and the rest of the week back "home." we usually leave on Tuesday and work for my best friends mother for some extra cash for the week. well, we decided to stay in philly and try and score some jobs. after three days here, THREE DAYS!!!, i got offered not one but two fucking jobs. i trained at the first one today, got offered the second in the afternoon and promptly declined the first one in the late afternoon.

i can't believe it. i got a pretty decent job that starts next week, i'm crashing at my friends house until more permanent living arrangements can be made and i'm finally in Philadelphia.

holy shit, i need to remember to breathe.

so yes, my life is finally getting back on track after quite some time. now if only i can get this boy thing worked out ina timely fashion, everything will be on the up and up. actually, fuck the boy thing, my life is going great. i need to remind myself of that fact every chance i get.....

woot!