So much for witty. I'll warn you now, this is the entry where I do nothing at all but whine, a lot.
2002-11-29 9:19 a.m.
OK, I've only got about a half hour before I need to go to work, but I haven't written anything here for a really long time. D. is always home, and usually on the computer, but I'm not bitter about it at all, really. When I do have some time, and a free computer that's not just crashed AGAIN, I'm usually drooling stupid tired, and being all witty, or even semicoherent about my life is the last thing I want to try and do. Yesterday, I worked a mere four hours, because it was a holiday and stuff. I work all the time. Why don't I have any money? Well, because I work part time at two shitty paying jobs. And another thing-- Wittiness does not this way lie. That's another reason I haven't written. I try to keep this thing light and fun, and I really haven't been very much of either lately. Christmas is only a month away, and if he gets a job this week, I might still not have any extra money. Bills suck. Rent sucks. Credit sucks a lot. The car payment sucks, and oh yeah, the car really needs a tuneup, but there's no way that's happening any time soon either. One more try, with the light, and the witty. I work at the bookstore today. Yesterday was Thanksgiving, which means today is Magazine Day AND New Book Day AND probably Tobacco Day AND the Day After Thanksgiving, The Biggest Shopping Day Of The Year. I work from 10:30 till 9:30. This is the job I like. I'll just keep telling myself that.
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