Life

Standing in line at Chipotle tonight, the one right around the U of Dayton, minding my own business…. … and then! Some jocky 20-something college kid gets in line behind me. I did not notice him at all when he walked up. Oh no, I did not notice him until I smelled him. I recognized […]

One of my coworkers announced today that he and he wife officially paid off their house yesterday. They’ve been scrimping and saving ever since they bought it to get rid of the payment. He’s 26 years old. He’s now doing research into investments. DIE PUNY HUMAN!!!! Um… next month, I’ll pay off a credit card?

Really, it wasn’t all that bad. The kitchen was smallish, the closet space was minimal, and the bathroom was the size of an NYC bathroom (ya’ll from there know what I’m talking about), which gives me panic attacks. But it was right down the street, reasonably clean, and the rooms were, well, adequate. But that’s

Since it looks like I’ll have my own place May or June 1, I started shopping online for my old French perfume. Afterall, living on my own means that I can, once again, use scented products without slaughtering one of my roommates! Huzzah. Arielle, my longtime favorite perfume since highschool made by Fragonard, the wonderful

God, today was awful. It has to do with a lot of stuff, including the fact that my health insurance doesn’t work and I have to run around the office begging for money. Then there were loud coworkers, fighting down hysterical responses, being asked to get coffee for one of the IT guys (it was

I’d never realized what a powerful thing it was to take control of your own emotions and reactions to things. What’s the quote? “Life is what you do with what’s been done to you.” You can’t go back and change how things went. You can’t change people. You can’t change the past. What you *can*

Collapse. After our second day of video shooting tomorrow, I’m hoping things at work will slow down (ha ha). Apartment viewing Friday! Yay!

Work writing. Fiction writing. Chipotle. Looking for apartments. More work writing. Work socializing. Fiction plotting/planning. Some reading (not enough). Some working out (not enough). I need to go bowling next month and get the hell out of the house, but there’s so damn much going on right now and so many deadlines that I’m having

Behind at work. Behind in fiction. Behind with workouts. Too much Chipotle. Not enough time.

One of my coworkers has offered to pay my 6-month Wow subscription if I do his resume and he gets to run other characters on my account when I’m not logged in. These guys are serious addicts, yo. This could be my future. Honestly, tho, you know: I’m sick of being better. I would like