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Jun. 2nd, 2002 11:11 amgoing insane? maybe soon. Ann hates me, totally...
CIF is officially dead, gone, down, useless. Too bad I'd made it my primary email account. But Mills confirms that he can't access any part of it either; it's totally toast, and has been for like 2 weeks.
Well... is it coming back?? Hello??
fuck's sake, i gave that address as my contact info on several job applications.
not that it matters; monkey is down too, so I have no website, nor thesis. Nothing whatsoever online. No cif, no monkey... god damn it.
i bought a modem and have a promise of a phone line. haven't installed the modem; phone line's not strung either.
Roon loves where I've put my bed, and i keep finding him sleeping in various parts of it. sometimes on me, when i'm in it. cute kitty.
i have far too much stuff. ruthlessly, i have decided to rid myself of anything more than a certain number of years old. ditched my 8th grade papers, my 7th grade papers... am throwing out all my artworks... depressingly, i'm feeling nary a wrench over this, as it's all crap, and poorly done crap. I was a shite writer and a worse artist, and it's time I recognized that I've never done anything of merit, artistically. At least not on paper/canvas/etc. So I should dump it all, along with my pretensions, and get on with my life.
A difficult realization, but there it is.
I haven't much time. My mom will start getting impatient if I don't at least appear to be working. Ann also will rip little (or not so little) chunks out of me; everyone has commented on how mean she's been being to me. I have to put some of my junk in her room while i'm putting stuff into my room. There is no where else in the house or out of it to put that stuff. But she holds it personally against me, for every minute there's anything in her room that isn't hers.
Well, excuse me madam, but she's been storing shit in my room for three years, and i had to hoe it out of there myself. Also, my room was designed as the walk-in closet for her room. Does she have a little more space than me? POSSIBLY. Just maybe. So I greatly appreciate her efforts to make this as unpleasant and difficult as possible for me. She swore to Mom that she's not moving back in after college; she is moving directly into her own apartment right after she graduates. Unlike her dumb big sister.
Thanks a billion, kid. If it were that easy, would I have CHOSEN this? I started job-hunting in November, desperately seeking any alternative to moving back into my god damn tiny room into which I don't fit. If I had an alternative, would I be here?
I'll let y'alls think about that one while I go and move more heavy things. Yay!
CIF is officially dead, gone, down, useless. Too bad I'd made it my primary email account. But Mills confirms that he can't access any part of it either; it's totally toast, and has been for like 2 weeks.
Well... is it coming back?? Hello??
fuck's sake, i gave that address as my contact info on several job applications.
not that it matters; monkey is down too, so I have no website, nor thesis. Nothing whatsoever online. No cif, no monkey... god damn it.
i bought a modem and have a promise of a phone line. haven't installed the modem; phone line's not strung either.
Roon loves where I've put my bed, and i keep finding him sleeping in various parts of it. sometimes on me, when i'm in it. cute kitty.
i have far too much stuff. ruthlessly, i have decided to rid myself of anything more than a certain number of years old. ditched my 8th grade papers, my 7th grade papers... am throwing out all my artworks... depressingly, i'm feeling nary a wrench over this, as it's all crap, and poorly done crap. I was a shite writer and a worse artist, and it's time I recognized that I've never done anything of merit, artistically. At least not on paper/canvas/etc. So I should dump it all, along with my pretensions, and get on with my life.
A difficult realization, but there it is.
I haven't much time. My mom will start getting impatient if I don't at least appear to be working. Ann also will rip little (or not so little) chunks out of me; everyone has commented on how mean she's been being to me. I have to put some of my junk in her room while i'm putting stuff into my room. There is no where else in the house or out of it to put that stuff. But she holds it personally against me, for every minute there's anything in her room that isn't hers.
Well, excuse me madam, but she's been storing shit in my room for three years, and i had to hoe it out of there myself. Also, my room was designed as the walk-in closet for her room. Does she have a little more space than me? POSSIBLY. Just maybe. So I greatly appreciate her efforts to make this as unpleasant and difficult as possible for me. She swore to Mom that she's not moving back in after college; she is moving directly into her own apartment right after she graduates. Unlike her dumb big sister.
Thanks a billion, kid. If it were that easy, would I have CHOSEN this? I started job-hunting in November, desperately seeking any alternative to moving back into my god damn tiny room into which I don't fit. If I had an alternative, would I be here?
I'll let y'alls think about that one while I go and move more heavy things. Yay!
