this is my life not a game of poker

I fucking hate my fucking job. My entire body aches.

Fuck you fucking assholes who go out and go shopping because the stupid weather is nice. Fuck you all.

I totally felt like I was in Clerks on Saturday. I was supposed to be off. Do you know how long it's been since I've had a fucking Saturday off? But I'm a nice person and took someone's shift on Saturday. 7 am to 3:30. It was absolutely horrible. Then I worked yesterday, Sunday. Terrible. I was extremeley close to quitting.

Now I have to go back today. At least it's Monday and people shouldn't be flooding. Plus, it's my Monday night crew - so that always helps.

Havcn't had time to write anymore. Haven't had fucking time to even take care of myself. I really hope that a certain someone's up for spending the evening with me tomorrow on my day off. A foot message would be like, a fucking godsend right now too.

Game Over - V V Brown

I am waiting to make somebody somebody

I become inspired last night and have now written four pages of the pilot episode of Notches. It feels really good to be writing again. I have moved my computer back into my bedroom (with the help of the wireless router that James installed for us) and am ready to start that whole writing thing again for real.

My life needs something more lately. It's mostly work. Work. Television. Ocassional sex and hanging out with friends.

I also inspired myself to do my resume and have applied for two jobs today. One is a receptionist at a dental office, the other is a sales associate at a pool place. While the pool place isn't ideal, it has benefits and pays a buck more an hour. I'd really like to get a receptionist position, though. I'm going to keep trying until I get a phone call from someone.

I'd really like to get a nine to five and then attend school in the evenings this fall. I'd like to take the next couple of years to get as many general education courses out of the way as possible and I'll hopefully be able to go back to Columbia in a couple of years. I need to wait until I'm twenty-four so that I will be able to apply for financial aid as an independant. Either that, or i could always gets married to a gay man for the benefits. Right?

Tyler and I at work were joking about this earlier this week. He got down on one knee and proposed to me with a little ring he had been wearing "Will you marry me for financial aid benefits." Bahaha. It was funny. Right smack inthe middle of the electronics section. People stared.

This is why I almost don't want to find a new job. I love a lot of people that I work with. They're so fun and I would really miss them.

Blah.

Off to bed. Work tomorrow. And the next day. And many days after that.

Are We There Yet? - Ingrid Michaelson

in my past, bittersweet, and no love between the sheets

I just saw I Am Number Four. LOVED it.

The new Glee episode was amazing. The new Shameless is pulling at my heartstrings and making me feel very depressed that there's only two more episodes left.

Battlestar Galactica is almost finished, on the last season. Very shocking season finale, revealed four of the five final cylons. WHO THE FUCK IS THE FIFTH? 'Cause there's like, two now or something. Starbuck and that one woman married to Saw that I can never remember her name... I did cry when she died, though. But wtf? I'm very confused and haven't had a chance to watch in a couple of days.

Justin bought me dinner last night, which was very nice. And we had sex, twice. And, I can officially say now that I have had unprotected sex. Yes. Last night was my first time without a condom. The best part? After we had sex and we were watching Dexter, we just started fucking on the living room floor. So hot. :)

I'm hoping that he wants to do something tomorrow, too, because after all of the stress sex is one of the very few things that makes me feel awesome.

Speaking of stress, I need a new job. Seriously. I should probably be working on a resume right now, because I want a nice job. A nine to five, wear nice clothes, make amazing pay, have paid vacation... job. Justin and I would like to take a trip to Chicago this summer. I would really like to be able to take a few days off and not worry about how the fuck I'm going to afford anything when I come back... y'know?

I really fucking hope we go to Chicago, though. We'll share a hotel room and have tons of sex and have epic burger. That would be so loverly. He also wants to make sure it's a hotel with a pool, 'cause he wants to go swimming and then take me back to the hotel and fuck like bunnies. Which sounds so fucking nice right now.

Wow, I talk about sex a lot. It's on the brain, I guess.

Okay.... things that don't involve sex... Oh! Haley and I are going to go to the zoo together soon. We're thinking about going at the end of March when she's on spring break, hopefully I'll have a day off where it'll be nice outside and not piss pouring outside because it seriously won't stop raining. My usual route to work is flooded. Yes, very much flooded. And what did it do all day today? Rain. I haven't been able to go my usual route in over a week because it won't stop fucking raining. ALL summer long I wished it would rain and it didn't. And the water tasted nasty and the sewers smelled horrible and it still wouldn't rain.

Then winter hits. And it snows. It fucking snows a lot. And I nearly die on the way home from work on Christmas Eve because my car sucks and it's snowing like a bitch and I slide and feel like I might die. And now it's getting warmer and it's fucking raining like a mother fucking whore. Flooding my routes and leaking into my driver's side of my car, 'cause you know I'm too fucking broke to afford to get the god damn rubber weather thing fixed on my door.

Blah.

Shake Me Down - Cage the Elephant