Uhhh, I've rarely posted blogs because, well, I always thought they were just narcissistic, and my therapist has told me being a narcissist is worse than being a psychopath, (really, he told me that), but whatever, maybe it's just a way to unload stuff.
So, anyways, work is lame as usual. I work 25-30 hours a week, and I make damn good money, but it's boring as fuck, and I'm completely unfulfilled. Writing part-time for www.armchairculture.com helps, and playing in my band helps too, but I am just missing something. I really have no idea what that something is. Is it personal? Is it professional? is it a little of both?
Stressed about money too, (who isn't?) Just got a $9,000 fine from the city on one of the apartments, and I need work done to lower/eliminate the fine. So it's either get the work done and pay the contractors or pay the fine. I choose the contractors. Now, if only they'd get to fucking work, goddammit.
On top of all that I had something written about me, that was supposed to be funny, but was seriously offensive, and it was PRINTED. It's a long story, but it boils down to one loud-mouthed girl being very unhappy on a team I coach and she kept whining, and this other girl wrote a story on it for a class and BANG. Her professor told her I could sue her for liable. Hmmm.....
In other news, it is sunny and warm out...
So, anyways, work is lame as usual. I work 25-30 hours a week, and I make damn good money, but it's boring as fuck, and I'm completely unfulfilled. Writing part-time for www.armchairculture.com helps, and playing in my band helps too, but I am just missing something. I really have no idea what that something is. Is it personal? Is it professional? is it a little of both?
Stressed about money too, (who isn't?) Just got a $9,000 fine from the city on one of the apartments, and I need work done to lower/eliminate the fine. So it's either get the work done and pay the contractors or pay the fine. I choose the contractors. Now, if only they'd get to fucking work, goddammit.
On top of all that I had something written about me, that was supposed to be funny, but was seriously offensive, and it was PRINTED. It's a long story, but it boils down to one loud-mouthed girl being very unhappy on a team I coach and she kept whining, and this other girl wrote a story on it for a class and BANG. Her professor told her I could sue her for liable. Hmmm.....
In other news, it is sunny and warm out...
- was prolly troo cos youre a cunt anyway but cunts sue so yeh....
*fake hugs*
fake <33333333
and by love, I mean hate, and by so much, I mean more than ever....
The only thing I hate more are emoticons...