i didn't post those journals.

i never post anything anymore. not that anything i ever posted was so great.

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back to the point. someone told hold of my account and posted that slander filth last night.


they changed my user pic as well.

This is my boyfriend - he is in a band but his music is really cool. If people heard his bands music, he would totally be famous. He is great because he puts up with my stink.

Even if i delete that last entry later, it is completely true, no matter what i may say in future entries

Today i discovered that i smell really bad. What am I going to do? I am so depressed about this. :(

my boyfriend and i would like to go to pheonix for memorial day weekend, maybe a bit longer, and the fares are redic!

does anyone know of a good way/website to find cheap airfare?

what if we were all wearing froggie suits?


i am actually missing my mom for the first time in a long time. check out her pic in (e:pauls) journal. hehe.


ps. suck it.

does anyone here have a truck or suv? i am desperate need, as i don't know of anyone.

i need to move a chair, and the tercel just aint gonna cut it.

i could make it worth your while. a free haircut. some beer?

please :O)

so, i decided to stay at my current job. the only reason being, they offered me more money. i don't want to stay,but the money thing ways in way more than anything else, so that's that.

i did put my foot down and say, you have to pay me for days cancelled, and give me some compensation for the week off. i feel i wans't as firm as i need to be about this, so there will be another talk very soon.

these people are fucking dumb, but whatever. the kid is cute, and he loves me, and it will be spring soon, and i'm taking his ass out.

oh the joys of being young and poor.

anyway, the most disturbing thing about these people is:

the mother doesn't cook, ever. not even pasta.

she eats a can of prgresso soup for lunch every single god damn day. can we say high blood pressure

they don't eat dinner together. holden eats first. then paul. then rebecca.

holden will be 18 months and still eats baby food.

dinner consists of something stouffers for rebecca and a tony's frozen pizza for paul

• these people are almost forty, i hope they don't plan on living to see their son graduate from college. they're gonna die young young at the rate they are at. and they don't exercise either; ever.

it's all just a great big example of how i never ever want to live my life!

so anyway. i tried to quite my job, but its just not gonna be that easy. argh.

the people i currently work for, but am supposed to leave in a week and a half, have now offered me more money to stay with them, and would like me to come back next year. well, well. you put your foot down and people start to listen.

bascially, it goes as such. i'be been cut off by the motherload, and i suppose justly so. i am 22 and its time to start being a real slave to the man, or many men. any offers? ok, jk.

so, i took this job at this day care center f/t, in the hopes of some benefits and better pay, blah. now the people i work for are freaking out, and will offer me compensation for when the father is off(he's a teacher), and more money. i just don't know what to do.

to make matters worse, these people have absolutely no backup plan, refuse to put the kid in daycare, and the mother started to cry when i quit, and has been upset since. now, i feel bad, but, it's not my kid. i'm way smarter than that. i don't want a fucking kid. not til im paid, bitches.

so, the other issue is this. the job is so boring! the kid is cute, but so little, and frankly im kinda getting sick of him. it's too cold to go outside, im def not allowed to ever take him anywhere in a car, and i feel like im going crazy with no one but a 17 month baby to talk to all day.

the new job would help me meet people and have a chance to work with some older kids and plan activities and all that.

im so stuck, i don't know what to do.

on top off all of this, im trying to get things in order to go back to school. i have no clue whats going on.

and, my job is making me fat and lazy. i sit all day, with a baby. and eat. and eat some more. the new job would require lots of running around and no time for food.

ask yourself, "WHAT WOULD JESUS DO?", or better yet, what would you do?