you get pimps stopping in front of your house

it's nice to be able to open the windows in my apartment.
most people would over-look such a great advantage.
i've mentioned this to a couple people,
the house i lived in the last 2 years had all of the windows nailed shut.
due to the high crime rate.
so if i wanted to air out the house, i would have to open the doors.
...and when you open the doors, you get pimps stopping in front of your house looking in for new clients.
or crackheads that think since your front door is open,
you want to be their friend.
so yay for windows that open!!!!!

new job is okay.
did not get much training, so i bothered everyone all day with questions.
i am pretty sure they hated me after awhile.
first day was only 4.5 hours instead of like 7.
so that kind of sucks ass.
but everyone i worked with seemed nice enough.

mom has not emailed me in 4 or 5 days.
so i am wondering if my email to her was harsh or something?
i thought it was polite.
but apparently what i think and what it actually is, are 2 different things.

i think sometime really soon i want to have a get together at my apartment.
all guests will be forced to play uno with me!
that sounds totally awesome to me... any takers for this weekend???

alright, nap time.

peas are a wonderful vegetable

after contemplating recent events...
i decided to cave-in and get ahold of my mother.
it was just an email, but she did email back.
i hope that we can communicate like this for awhile without getting into another argument that keeps us not talking for another 5 months.

i finally dyed my hair. it was looking really bad.
and it honestly doesn't look much better now.

i've probably mentioned it like a half dozen times,
but i love jim gaffigan.



i was bored this afternoon, so i took a bunch of misc pictures with my isight, and compiled them into a narcistic video of myself. enjoy my retardedness.



peas are a wonderful vegetable.
you can add them to just about any food.

so wrong... but so hilarious

sometimes i wish i could be a better person.
it's hard for me to explain.
i care about people a lot, but sometimes i feel like maybe i don't care enough.
like, i put myself before others.
i can't allow myself to fall and fail because someone else did and i am trying to help them.
does that make any sense?
or maybe it's not a feeling of compassion,
maybe it's guilt.

i know i should not be writing about this...
but i have 2 friends that are in a seriously fucked up situation right now.
i want to help them so bad...
but how do you do that without fucking your own mind up?
i keep my distance, but i am there when called upon.
is that "good enough"?
i realize they are adults and need to figure their own shit out...
but it really sucks sitting on the sideline watching. :(

so my "orientation" for RGIS went well.
it was supposed to be a group thing, but i was the only one that showed up.
i think the other people must have gotten lost...
because it was a little difficult to find.

the human resources lady gave me an aptitude test.
i fucking kid you not, a mentally retarded person could have passed it.
all the test required was for me to COUNT items in each picture.
for instance, there was a picture of 12 cans of soup.
i counted 12 cans.
halfway through counting items on this test,
i started to wonder if the test was a joke. lol

the RGIS job sounds good. they've upgraded their inventory equipment since i last dealt with RGIS,
so it's much easier than it used to be.
the pay sounds okay. $8.50 to start, after 90 days pay raise based on performance, and then every 50 stores you work after that you get another raise/performance evaluation.
i go back in for training this tuesday before i go to CDA for partylite.
luckily RGIS is also willing to work around my schedule. :)
this almost sounds too good to be true.

i've started re-watching seasons 1-3 of it's always sunny in philadelphia.
it helps make me happy.
that show is so wrong... but so hilarious.