truth: you know you're a dork when you find yourself unbelievably proud of the george foreman grill you got your boyfriend for his birthday

//guilt

in other news, here it is one week after being fired, and I am still without a job. I'm going a little stir-crazy thanks to all this time i keep finding just sitting there.. It's there when I wake up, it's chilling on the counter when I eat, it's in the bathroom with me when I shower. It's disgusting.

I've since put my resume back online.. I guess it won't kill me to start looking for a job from which my livelihood no longer depends on 'tips' and all that jazz. Yeah, a nice hourly job.. that's the ticket.. But how likely is that to happen? Yeah.

The stars, I feel, are very against me this month.. Peculiar, for I am a Leo and this is my time to shine. However, the other Leo in this household seems to have things under a fair hold, and is, if I am not mistaken, enjoying life when he can. He works so damn long.. I guess I never noticed, when I worked them, how long 12 hour shifts really were.

Oh! Million dollar memory. I could always get a job with TI.. I mean.. it's not the best job out there, but it's certainly a lot better than the majority I'm likely to obtain via my experience and [lack of] transportation.

Alright, I'm done blabbing. I need to dry this hair.. it's curly.. something wicked.

Kevin's getting ready to leave, and I like to follow him around like I'm lost until he does. :) 

//rant

Leigh