Jesus helps me trick people
For better or for worse I am once again in the graveyard. One of my managers from the hotel that I used to work at is now head cheese at another one. She was hiring for an overnight clerk. I applied. She hired me the same day. I start tomorrow. It was guaranteed cheese that I could not pass up, not after having no luck on job two for weeks and the restaurant money getting bleaker and bleaker. Its only part time. I won't become burried again. I hope. But my sleep schedule is going to be totally f'ed for a while now. I just think it's funny/sad after my last post. I am waiting for a decision that I make to seem like it was the right one. laters, r.
Sunday, June 15, 2003
Friday, June 6, 2003
five revolutionary seconds
I've moved into my new place. Hooray! No wait let me back up. So my car exploded just before I was about to move. Not exploded, the alternator cut out, just after I dropped $300 to have some other bullshit repaired on it. Yarr x 2000. Alternator repairs (plus towing, etc.) would have reduced its ultimate trade-in value to like $100 so rather than fuck with it, I donated the bastard to the Salvation Army who picked it up from where is crapped out. Good riddance. So I borrowed my parents' car to move and rented a truck to move my big stuff (not worth it btw). I spent a bunch of money on furniture and home decorum stuff ( even going to such lengths as driving all the way to Dallas to go to stupid Ikea [which was a gut-wrenching experience as always] to get some cheap/sexy furniture despite the sour post-fight club feeling I get from the whole thing). Living by myself is about as cool as it is weird. The expense has forced me to cut some of the fat of my lifestyle (no fast internet, bottled water, cable) but I'm trying to compensate with cheaper, maybe even better alternatives (newspapers & magazine subscripts) but it still doesn't come close to the thrift of having room mates. I had been concerned up to this point that if I lived by myself that I would isolate myself from any human contact (especially when I was working grave shifts at the hotel and had barely any human contact any way) since I kind of exist on the periphery on my tiny circle of friends, but I think I'll be okay. My theory is that isolation will drive me to make new friends. God, this is a depressing and frighteningly honest post. Oh, internet, you're my only real friend. love, rs
I've moved into my new place. Hooray! No wait let me back up. So my car exploded just before I was about to move. Not exploded, the alternator cut out, just after I dropped $300 to have some other bullshit repaired on it. Yarr x 2000. Alternator repairs (plus towing, etc.) would have reduced its ultimate trade-in value to like $100 so rather than fuck with it, I donated the bastard to the Salvation Army who picked it up from where is crapped out. Good riddance. So I borrowed my parents' car to move and rented a truck to move my big stuff (not worth it btw). I spent a bunch of money on furniture and home decorum stuff ( even going to such lengths as driving all the way to Dallas to go to stupid Ikea [which was a gut-wrenching experience as always] to get some cheap/sexy furniture despite the sour post-fight club feeling I get from the whole thing). Living by myself is about as cool as it is weird. The expense has forced me to cut some of the fat of my lifestyle (no fast internet, bottled water, cable) but I'm trying to compensate with cheaper, maybe even better alternatives (newspapers & magazine subscripts) but it still doesn't come close to the thrift of having room mates. I had been concerned up to this point that if I lived by myself that I would isolate myself from any human contact (especially when I was working grave shifts at the hotel and had barely any human contact any way) since I kind of exist on the periphery on my tiny circle of friends, but I think I'll be okay. My theory is that isolation will drive me to make new friends. God, this is a depressing and frighteningly honest post. Oh, internet, you're my only real friend. love, rs
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