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| 10:19am 28/01/2010 |
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| 09:59am 15/01/2010 |
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It definetly feels like I'm going through some sort of mid-life crisis. It's like I'm finding myself all over again. |
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| 10:16am 11/01/2010 |
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Good Morning, Casey Management, this is Taylor. How can I help you today? |
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| 01:41pm 08/01/2010 |
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I start Monday, bitches! Receptionist/Data Entry position. It's gonna be hot. Nothing more to say, just gonna fix me a cocktail and have me some fun! Me me me. |
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| I'm not your toy. |
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| 02:08pm 06/01/2010 |
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Let's see if I can still embed videos proper.
I know I haven't updated in like, three weeks. I've started to keep my own journal in one of the leather-bound books my sister gave me for christmas several years ago. I just like the feeling of actually writing out the feelings, and doings that take place. Plus, I'm still kind of going through the whole, "If you want to talk to me call me motherfuckers." I don't need to have to update and write stupid phrases and shit to keep random people in the loop. I'm going through a mid.. twenty life crisis.
The job thing is still a go. We're rocking out on that. Interview this Friday for a Receptionist position at a Realty/Property Managment company. I'll have to gay it up, since you know they really want a female behind that front desk. I think I got the call back from my resume because of my first name -- Taylor. (It's a girlllz name!)
I'm sick, nose raw and dripping, complimentary sore throat. It's officially a cold. I'm under heavy protest though, having ventured out for an hour earlier to the bank, and still in full clothing. Shoes and socks and all. Even a hairband.
I'm getting a lot of practice writing during this break, though. And there is lots of mock-dancing. (Someone has no rhythm.) If there were an Official gay card, I'd have stamps on that
sucker.
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| this has been a while |
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| 10:46am 14/12/2009 |
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A lot has changed, happened in the last year. I'm still with Ed, and we have a beautiful child together. (Cat.) Her name is Alley, for obvious reasons. We call her the vagina-cat though, since she seems to have incredible fits of energy, that rockets out of her behind.
I quit my job on Friday due to sexual harrassment. Basically boss was being inappropriate, and when I went to HR, the waspy woman asked, "Come now Taylor. Are you sure subconsciously you just want him to be hitting on you?" That started some sort of tirade in my system. Gay rights, and all that jazz. Everything unraveled, and many other co-workers began to throw me under the bus.
Deleted my Facebook account as well. I was never really a fan of it, and never really liked the people who friended me. Especially since some were co-workers, and superiors.
So I'm either heading back to school, or looking for another shit-job in the meanwhile. We'll see. |
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| 09:36pm 11/10/2009 |
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So, I'm a delivery boy. Delivery.. man?
I drive ink cartridges to incredibly old, lazy people. Or office buildings, where most of the people can't even put install the cartridge/toner/whatever in their machine.
Anyway, on Friday I was running a delivery downtown, to an antique shop right on Main. Entering, I saw the same old lousy queen, who always touchs and feels my shoulder and arm a little too much for comfort, helping a customer. She was tall, dark, and with voice that carried a weight suspiciously known to me.
Teacher.
The only English teacher I actually enjoyed behin around, looked up to, held in my heart.
And that was the end.
I just stared at all the antiques and crumbled upon myself, listening to the music from the streets. Sepia filled vision, oak and stained wood piled itself in front me with perfect form and style.
Holding my breath until she passed. Hoping she didn't even know my name. Hoping she didn't even remember my face. Even though I remembered her - - voice, style, mouth, feet, stance. |
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| 09:28am 28/08/2009 |
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I'm alive and doing well. Work and all that bullshit. |
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| 09:11am 05/04/2009 |
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Utada was on 93.3FLZ last night. Fucking AWESOMEHAT.
From her new Album apparently. Was a great dance song. "Dance song" for all those "night clubs" that the "young people" go to on a weekend night. |
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| 10:17am 04/04/2009 |
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Finally moved in with Ed. All done. Been working 40+ hour weeks. Not a lot of free time it seems. Oh well. Least it's not 40 hours in three days~! |
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| 09:39am 06/03/2009 |
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Star Ocean 4? Fucking awesome. Not that the 360 has a huge RPG library, but this is the best yet. Amazing game.
Also picked up Red Alert 3 for 70cents. I had a 20 dollar and 10 dollar coupon at Best Buy.
Only really bought so I could see Tim Curry though. :) |
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| 12:16am 01/03/2009 |
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rewatching last nights episode. and every piano scene - twice.
i can't get enough. if only i earned more money, i'd buy more seasons past the second. lame.
also. fuck you boomer, again. (but was it her decision, or a plan!? zomg!) |
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| 02:59pm 28/02/2009 |
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Fuck you, Boomer. Fuck you. |
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| 10:21pm 15/02/2009 |
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Used to say I had Shinji-Ikari-Complex bullshit? Yeah. I called that at 13. 11 years later and it all suddenly makes sense again. How the fuck did I not follow my instinct and break this stupid bullshit fucking shit?
ALSO WHERE IS MY EVA MOTHERFUCKERS?!
Fuck it, I'm going to call a Xenosaga marathon, then fall asleep during the first thirty minutes of FMV. Just 'cause. |
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| 12:00am 12/02/2009 |
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Took a five hour energy shot, like, eight hours ago. I'm three glasses of wine and five vodka/tonics later. And it's still keeping me from sleeping. So I'm listening to Lily Allens new Album, which is fucking fantastic. And I'm like, I dunno, chatting, and being on Facebook. And like, like, like, being a total whore.
Though I wish I were sleeping naked next to ed, in the next room.
I'm meeting Jamey tomorrow at the bar tomorrow. Ed will meet us later. It's so weird.
Time moves so fast. |
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