So tailspin...not really, but busy as hell lately-visitors, last days of work, getting a new job. I have been mildly entertaining, but mostly entertaining myself. Today is supposed to be my last day at the gym, but I have this vague feeling they will call me on Monday to come back. Though this will be on my terms, and notsomuch theirs.
I have been dating again. Or something. I guess considering dating anyhow. Bouncing around, meeting people. Like 2 people I would see again. Two more dates before the weekend. I told one guy the prize for being a contender was that I would hang out with you more than once. Not that I am a bitch, but I really despise wasting time. I haven't touched anyone since February 16th, and certainly don't want to just give it up for just anyone. Oh, the ex. I realized something: breaking up with him was the single smartest thing I have done in a while. People always have told me that all men are the same: emotional nimrods not capable of expressing. Men are pigeon-holed as emotionally vacant because most of them are. However, I won't settle for some carbon copy situation with ...
hmmm...so the days go by and gather momentum for my imminent leave of the lame lame gym-which is fine. I figure if Cali falls off into the ocean in the meantime I will be alright because I am not continually stressed all day long.
Then again, as was so appropriately pointed out to me, I am not a fan of working. Working period. Someone else just pointed out that I haven't been challenged enough. I guess I haven't been challenged at all actually. Sometimes I feel like my running theme is failure. Other times I really don't care; I just simply have rarely cared at all. Or rather, I do care, then something happens, and then it sucks all over again. Usually this is a running theme because 1) the business is badly run or 2) upper management paralyze you to actually fix the problems. This has happened on more than one occasion, which brings me to the conclusion that I need to have my own business. Sigh...
But in the meantime, I have been seeking bartending work in the city-though ultimately I should be downshore bartending at some lame sticky-haired club. Good money and I can handle ALL situations anyhow.
My best ...
mmm. hmm. So we were gonna go to Boston, but alas, no, the fuckers at MTV (AKA LAME TV) had her head on a platter if she disappeared today.
Soo. After freaking out about that and scrapping the $10 chinatown express bus tickets, we decided to chill in the 'hood. Off to the diner past the mayoral funeral book signing. Oh yes, our mayor died and I am so out of the loop I didn't realize until I saw a sign to the mayor's wife. Oh Jersey City, what will become of you?
The day we tried to go to BASSton, we couldn't get tickets so we decided instead to see that lame-oh movie the day after tomorrow, which was about as valuable as a dollar hamburger from Mickey D's. Oh what a waste of cash.
I did some script clean-up and will proceed to do more this day-after the cleaning and all. I missed my student loan payment ($50) which I would have had to pay today to be on time. This means I am now instantly relegated to owing 5 grand now that I am late to fix my school credit. How's that gonna happen, you ask? NO idea, so it ...
