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16 years ago
We have this concrete walkway here at home, and to one side of it are these decorative pebbles. We're slowly moving them, we hate them. Anywho, one of them made it's way onto the walkway, I didn't see it cuz I was moving plants/had my vision obscured and I tripped on it. I bruised the bottom of my foot! WTF. It's the weirdest feeling EVER. Even though it hurts, I still poke at it just cuz it feels really fuckin' strange.
I wish I could go to AC. XD I would get so drunk. Then I'd try to act sober. Then I'd go on drunken adventures with people to McDonalds. Seems when I get drunk I go on adventures. I had a friend come pick me up once to take me to the liquor store so I could get more booze... and when I walked in, the cashier was like, "how are you doing?" and I laughed my head off. Then when I was paying I tried to sign and I failed and went off the receipt. I laughed at that, too. Then this other time I walked to the liquor store. In the ghetto. At 11 o'clock at night. Drunk. With my dog and two other drunk people. Not the smartest thing, but I lived, right? A guy came out of some bushes and offered to sell us some weed, though.
Plus, I think Pittsburgh is pretty. I think it's all the bridges and trees and shit. Whatever. I'll get drunk at RMFC.
I don't know what I'm going to do with myself. I can't seem to find a design job like I wanted. Or any job that isn't retail or food service. I don't even know how you GET a design job. All I do now is send my portfolio to people + my resume. Isn't working so well.
Gotta get out of retail. People drive me nuts. D: Need to make more money. Doing shit I want to do. Grah.
I wish I could go to AC. XD I would get so drunk. Then I'd try to act sober. Then I'd go on drunken adventures with people to McDonalds. Seems when I get drunk I go on adventures. I had a friend come pick me up once to take me to the liquor store so I could get more booze... and when I walked in, the cashier was like, "how are you doing?" and I laughed my head off. Then when I was paying I tried to sign and I failed and went off the receipt. I laughed at that, too. Then this other time I walked to the liquor store. In the ghetto. At 11 o'clock at night. Drunk. With my dog and two other drunk people. Not the smartest thing, but I lived, right? A guy came out of some bushes and offered to sell us some weed, though.
Plus, I think Pittsburgh is pretty. I think it's all the bridges and trees and shit. Whatever. I'll get drunk at RMFC.
I don't know what I'm going to do with myself. I can't seem to find a design job like I wanted. Or any job that isn't retail or food service. I don't even know how you GET a design job. All I do now is send my portfolio to people + my resume. Isn't working so well.
Gotta get out of retail. People drive me nuts. D: Need to make more money. Doing shit I want to do. Grah.
You'd be fun to see on the loose at a convention. Although I'd wait until you were good and hammered, then pay off the really funky fursuits to come on over and huuuuug your head.