I’m terribly broke. I found out today that my car is going to cost $500+ to fix. I need an acoustic guitar. My heart is empty. This job is taking forever to contact me! I miss my best friend so fucking much. I’m forever bored. I need a fucking hair cut.
BUT YOU KNOW WHAT! I DON’T GIVE A FUCK BECAUSE FRIDAY IS GOING TO BE ONE FOR THE BOOKS SO FUCK YOU. I’M GOING TO TAKE OVER THE WORLD FRIDAY NIGHT, AND I’M GOING TO LOOK FUCKING SMASHING WHILE DOING SO. AND I’M GOING TO BREAK HEARTS AND FACES. AND I’M GOING TO DO IT ALL WHILE NOT SPENDING A DIME.
I’m at my friends house, alone, sitting on her porch drinking wine in the dark and smoking cigarettes while this storm is pouring around me. Im avoiding working on this resume and other things I should probably be doing because for the first time today I finally feel calm and at piece and I don’t want to ruin this moment. I tend to ruin a lot of things.
I’m really excited about many potential happenings in my life right now. But for some reason I can’t seem to keep my thoughts organized. I can’t help but feel like every thing going on is too good to be true. Probably because it is.
I can’t wait to be alone on my in my own place. Alone with my thoughts so I don’t involve everyone else.
This storm is really bad. I can’t remember the last time that I heard thunder so loud. I feel like I’m in the storm, like this rain is just for me.
I hope I get this job Monday and I hope these changes are good. I dont think I can deal otherwise. I really don’t want to mess this up.
I’m applying for jobs on the daily now. Sometimes when they ask me questions I just laugh because I answer no to most of them, and still hope I can get a call back.
Listen: I’ll never have experience and i’ll never be able to answer ‘Yes’ unless you give me a damn chance to show you that I’m adaptable and a fast learner and audible ready. Then maybe, just maybe, I could have something else besides four years in food service on my resume.
Granted its a pretty good company I’ve worked for and i’ve moved up quite a bit. I probably make more than most people, but the problem is i’ve moved cities.
I just want a steady job and my own apartment and maybe a cat. Geez, is that too much to ask? Also, I’m just joking about the stripping thing. Never will I ever.