Life

Well, I’ll definitely be seeing *him* again….

I’m applying for an apartment. I need my old landlord’s phone number. Do I have her phone number? A copy of the lease? Why, no, why on earth would I have that information! Jenn handled all that! Yeah. This is why relying on other people to handle stuff explodes in my face. I tend to

I’m officially signed up for my first Economics class and my first Marketing class, paid for part and parcel by the company. How could I not take advantage of that? I’m so thrilled to be in school again, I can’t even tell you. The plan right now is to just go ahead and get the

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!