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December 8th, 2001
December 8th, 2001
December 8th, 2001
December 8th, 2001
December 8th, 2001

[User Picture]Figure I might as well poke my nose in here and snuffle around a little, since most of my friends seem to have joined up, like Winged Wolf, and Talesin, among others I'll leave nameless for now. Still, much like Shaterri, I fear between my lack of actual writing skills, and internal hatred of showing off some parts of myself in written form, especially journals after several failed attempts at it at the urging of former ...more than casual... friends, my posts here may be very few and far between.

Erf, thank goodness it's the weekend, so I don't need to sack out before anyone else wakes up. Housemate asked that I be asleep, asked that everyone be asleep, when they get up to get ready for work in the morning, as an admitedly minor but effective way for them to feel like they have some time totally to themselves each day. It would seem like a silly and wierd request, but there's four folks living here including myself, and it's a one-bedroom dwelling. The 'main two' in the bedroom, myself on the futon formerly known as the couch, and the fourth member of the extended family that was here before me sleeping in the 'library nook' on some foam pads.

And as much as I hate to bitch and moan about anyone (ask any of my friends, they'll say I don't drop heavy-handed complaints about someone unless they're asking for it at a level likely to call up Captain Obvious from the comic pages into this realm we call reality) but said fourth individual is starting to get on my nerves. Complains about not finding work, and on top of that not being able to find anything to do around the house as I'm 'den mother' (I cook and clean instead of paying rent) and literally breaking down in tears because they still think they're going to get kicked out, when not a day ago they were told to just kick back and relax around the house, since they got 'fired' from their last job. They were specifically told not to worry about finding more work, with how god damn ICKY the job market, hell how icky the whole economy, is right now.

I'm just randomly thankful I have some kind of job, even if even it is a little stagnant right now. And pissed I can't find my 'good' speakers so I'm stuck with non-powered speakers on a non-amplified sound card, so I can barely hear half of my MP3 files. I never noticed it before, but I've learned the difference between 'professional' and 'amateur' songs. Pro's can set up a song so that it sounds loud, even if it's a quiet song. Not physically loud, but able to punch into your head even over my crappy little speakers so you can hear it easilly, every last note.

Still, I'm here. *gwar* Fear the insane wolf-like thing with wings! Or not, I'm quite friendly too! Honest!0 commentsLeave a comment
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