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Name: Jessie Birthday: 10/21/1986 Gender: Female
Interests: brazilian flies, your dads hot body, eating raw lobster, and my super geeky history teacher.
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12/22/2004
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| umm work so far is pretty fun/borin/whatever. i like it. i do. but i think people think im crazy... like blonde crazy. i tried justifying my clumzyness but people just dont understand me. Kev and I are doing pretty good. he hasnt been feeling to good and hes kinda been in a blah mood. sorta draggin me down a bit.i love him a ton and its gonna be hard moving away from eachother. i almost cry everytime i think about it. i think he might buy me a puppy though =-) pretty sure im moving to clinton one phrase... what friends? | | |
| So today was my first offical day of my new job at Saturn of Bloomington-Normal. yay. cool. It wasn't as bad as I thought. My manager said that I retain information well. Let me tell ya, theres a whole lot of information though. Not only am I learning about the steps of selling a car, but I am also learning all the cars and all the features including safetly performance and blah fuckin blah. I woke up at five thirty this morning to have plenty of time to be there at eight. There I am one of six sales consultants. I have my own desk and phone and voicemail and buisnesscards and pretty much the whole nine yards. Everyone was a bit shy at first actually, and not to float my own boat here but I think it was because they were a bit intimidated by a "pretty girl." After I began conversations with each and asked them questions they opened up a lot. I was very thankful for that. I got a text from Kevin saying he got the store in Taylorville. WAIT a FUCKING minute. I waited to start this job until I knew that you were going to stay where you were for at least five months and the first day there you tell me You are being promoted to Taylorville? This is huge for both him and I. Its like a 20 grand promotion and he will only move up from there. Its so god damn contradicting. We have been doing excellent. not good nor great, fucking excellent! Now I have to deal with this??? We already put a deposit on a duplex (that together we could afford) and it would be a fifteen minute drive to work for both of us. Now?? God goodness I just dont know what to do with myself. I am tired, exhausted, and melancholy. I just want to sleep for the rest of my life. Im tired. Goodnight. I love you. I think. | | |
| writer's block –noun | a usually temporary condition in which a writer finds it impossible to proceed with the writing of a novel, play, or other work. |
[Origin: 1945–50 ] Main Entry: wri·ter's block Function: noun : a psychological inhibition preventing a writer from proceeding with a piece of writing 
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| -"Faggot" -"What did you say?" -"What did you hear?" -"I'd rather not repeat it" -"Well then I guess we'll never know" 
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