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I'm all stressed out about the changes going on in the house, the organization/cleaning that needs to happen by Saturday and of course, work and looking for work. So last night my brain exploded and I had a fit of "your stuff" "my stuff" in the kitchen. *sigh* My poor outgoing roomie had to come home to his stuff piled on the counter.
Yes ladies and gentlemen, it's official - I'm a crazy chick. I thought I was rational enough to avoid it, but no, I'm fucking banana's just like every other woman in our group. Take heed, if you think you want a relationship with me - you've been warned. *oy!*
And work... *gah* I'm going to shoot this woman soon. I need to get out, only I don't seem to have time to get out. And yes, I realize that instead of writing LJ posts I could be trying to find work, but that takes a level of concentration I don't have at the moment. This, I can walk away from at the drop of a hat.
Love you all- me.
Yes ladies and gentlemen, it's official - I'm a crazy chick. I thought I was rational enough to avoid it, but no, I'm fucking banana's just like every other woman in our group. Take heed, if you think you want a relationship with me - you've been warned. *oy!*
And work... *gah* I'm going to shoot this woman soon. I need to get out, only I don't seem to have time to get out. And yes, I realize that instead of writing LJ posts I could be trying to find work, but that takes a level of concentration I don't have at the moment. This, I can walk away from at the drop of a hat.
Love you all- me.
