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Long-overdue Journal Thingy? Mostly idle thoughts.
12 years ago
So as many of you know, Or probably don't know, I've been busy and shit.
Got awesome boyfriend
Got awesome job
Lost awesome job
Got shitty holiday job
Got let go because seasonal
Got job at same company at higher position for less pay at a much closer mall, so it works out?
Right now I'm workin at Brookstone as a manager, selling hella expensive junk to people with more money than brains.
I think out of all the items we sell, maybe like, 4 of them are actually worth the money.
As for furry shit, it's been spotty as of late, seeing as I'm usually at the boyfriends watching Battlestar Galactica (<3), or out trying to get my party on with friends.
Not thatit really matters much at this point, but I've switched species once again to Fuzzdragon, because why the fuck not? Bears are badass, don't get me wrong. But they hold a special place in my heart. In the same way I wouldn't wanna like, RP with Baloo, I can't do it as a bear. basically I made it weird for myself.
Boyfriend initially lead me to think he might be a furry too, since he got a half-sleeve tattoo of a Kitsune, and was very specific in its species. Once he found out I was, he gradually came to let me know that he wasn't that approving of it, and that it was weird and gross. Things have settled down, thankfully, once he started actually researching what I had been telling him, and found that no, it was not going to make me into an eternal man-child like he thought.
I recently fucked over my xbox hard drive, because it froze while playing Skyrim. So I tried turning off the console, waited a bit, then unplugged the power. Turned it back on, and after much research, have discovered that I corrupted my hard drive. Meaning I hafta erase the WHOLE THING and lose all my save data. I was rather close to finishing the main questline of Skyrim, along with the Civil War questline, in my third playthrough. Gahdamn.
That said, it'll gimme an excuse to play through Saints Row and GTA4 again.
I wanna go to one more furry conventioon, though lord knows when that'll happen.
Got awesome boyfriend
Got awesome job
Lost awesome job
Got shitty holiday job
Got let go because seasonal
Got job at same company at higher position for less pay at a much closer mall, so it works out?
Right now I'm workin at Brookstone as a manager, selling hella expensive junk to people with more money than brains.
I think out of all the items we sell, maybe like, 4 of them are actually worth the money.
As for furry shit, it's been spotty as of late, seeing as I'm usually at the boyfriends watching Battlestar Galactica (<3), or out trying to get my party on with friends.
Not thatit really matters much at this point, but I've switched species once again to Fuzzdragon, because why the fuck not? Bears are badass, don't get me wrong. But they hold a special place in my heart. In the same way I wouldn't wanna like, RP with Baloo, I can't do it as a bear. basically I made it weird for myself.
Boyfriend initially lead me to think he might be a furry too, since he got a half-sleeve tattoo of a Kitsune, and was very specific in its species. Once he found out I was, he gradually came to let me know that he wasn't that approving of it, and that it was weird and gross. Things have settled down, thankfully, once he started actually researching what I had been telling him, and found that no, it was not going to make me into an eternal man-child like he thought.
I recently fucked over my xbox hard drive, because it froze while playing Skyrim. So I tried turning off the console, waited a bit, then unplugged the power. Turned it back on, and after much research, have discovered that I corrupted my hard drive. Meaning I hafta erase the WHOLE THING and lose all my save data. I was rather close to finishing the main questline of Skyrim, along with the Civil War questline, in my third playthrough. Gahdamn.
That said, it'll gimme an excuse to play through Saints Row and GTA4 again.
I wanna go to one more furry conventioon, though lord knows when that'll happen.
