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Certainly has been a while, hasn't it?
17 years ago
Not too much has changed, either. The party I had in January went as planned despite more than half of the people not showing up...
I've been applying to all sorts of jobs lately - I reeeeeally wanna get the hell out of Dodge... or rather, Covington. I need some place.. different. And some place to work that's not Walmart. I swear, demons run the place and are sucking our souls out. There've been more days that I'm walking to the back to clock out thinking how funny it would be if I were to just randomly stab something of mine with a pen [normally it's my eye or hand]. More than likely I'm gonna see a therapist or find a friend I can confide in. Though I do have a lot of friends, there are few I would tell everything to. Thus far, there are only three I can do that with - Ruth, Rissa, and Streea.
...for the record, I loathe lunar eclipses, blood moons, and full moons. Bad things always seem to happen during those times to me.
In other, happier news I'm starting to be a bit more out going. Funny, three years ago you couldn't catch me dead in a club. Now I practically have to beg to go to one [havin' a POS mommy van is teh suck]. Dancing is far more fun when people are actually doing it instead of pretending to [in order to understand what I'm talking about go out to a redneckish club (like the Clover Club out in WV) then go to a gay club (like the Park out in Roanoke) - the differences between the two is astounding]. Granted... people at the Park are nearly doing sex on the floor instead of dancing.. but in my mind dancing can be pseudo-sex.
Alright... I'm actually just rambling a lot. It helps me sleep at night. *nodnod* And seeing as how it's 23:15 here in Covington and I have to wake up at 06:00.. yea. Sleep is a must.
This is teh Rotzi, over and out. Take care, all.
I've been applying to all sorts of jobs lately - I reeeeeally wanna get the hell out of Dodge... or rather, Covington. I need some place.. different. And some place to work that's not Walmart. I swear, demons run the place and are sucking our souls out. There've been more days that I'm walking to the back to clock out thinking how funny it would be if I were to just randomly stab something of mine with a pen [normally it's my eye or hand]. More than likely I'm gonna see a therapist or find a friend I can confide in. Though I do have a lot of friends, there are few I would tell everything to. Thus far, there are only three I can do that with - Ruth, Rissa, and Streea.
...for the record, I loathe lunar eclipses, blood moons, and full moons. Bad things always seem to happen during those times to me.
In other, happier news I'm starting to be a bit more out going. Funny, three years ago you couldn't catch me dead in a club. Now I practically have to beg to go to one [havin' a POS mommy van is teh suck]. Dancing is far more fun when people are actually doing it instead of pretending to [in order to understand what I'm talking about go out to a redneckish club (like the Clover Club out in WV) then go to a gay club (like the Park out in Roanoke) - the differences between the two is astounding]. Granted... people at the Park are nearly doing sex on the floor instead of dancing.. but in my mind dancing can be pseudo-sex.
Alright... I'm actually just rambling a lot. It helps me sleep at night. *nodnod* And seeing as how it's 23:15 here in Covington and I have to wake up at 06:00.. yea. Sleep is a must.
This is teh Rotzi, over and out. Take care, all.
BTW, I worked as a night stocker at WalMart... That place kills your soul.
Buuuut.... HI THERE!!! Do you still have the blanket I sent ya'?
...and I still have the one I made you. I'm wanting to make it bigger before I send it. At this point it's only big enough to cover your legs up.