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Name: Emily Country: United States State: Massachusetts Metro: Boston Birthday: 7/21/1982 Gender: Female
Interests: At this point? Creating havoc, it's what I do best. It seems to follow me wherever I go. Expertise: Having reconsidered some things, I've decided that I have no expertise. On good days, I feel that I have a vague understanding. I find that, all things considered, a vague understanding is the best we can hope for. Occupation: Formerly, Social Worker. Curr
Message: message me MSN: Ieatpeople
Member Since:
5/9/2004
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| Yeah, so I did move to Boston after all. How weird is that?
I'll have to show you all the fabulous view from my tiny 3rd-floor walkup sometime, right now, I don't feel like taking a photo.
I'm pretty excited. Anyone know anyplace in Boston that's hiring? | | |
| Just to another apartment. It's alright though, I've made my peace with it... Boston will have to wait a few more months.
We just inherited a bunch of money, which is enormously helpful, but before we found out we were due this financial windfall, I agreed to stay at my new job for a year... damn it anyway.
As soon as that year is up, we're the fuck out of here! We have the money to move someplace far away and start all over again... we're not rich, but it's a nice amount of money, so we can move and still save some for later.
Fantastic. All is well, except that my car is not running as it should be, but it's okay, because we can get it fixed without selling our souls to pay for it!
Yay.
How are you?
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| Don't worry, that title isn't supposed to be meaningful. It's just a quote from a b-movie-on-purpose called "The Lost Skeleton of Cadavra" which is really rather funny.
I don't have a lot else to say. I've been working a lot - hopefully this huge workload will subside soon. I got all promoted and whatnot, but I'm basically working double time until they choose my replacement. It's killing me.
That's about it. Yay for the first night I've really had to myself in months!
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| I'm writing this now in hopes that I'll actually live up to it. Xanga folks, I need your help.
I'm moving to Boston in May or June. I'm taking the husband and cats with me, of course. I fear that if we don't do this now, we'll never do it, and if I have to spend the rest of my life in Des Moines, I will surely lose my fucking mind. As such, if I'm writing here in July and I'm not writing about what a pain in the ass it was to move across the country, please remind me that I haven't followed through with my plan, so that I might feel self-conscious enough to change the course I'm travelling. It's so easy to allow oneself to get stuck in an unhealthy, mundane life. I don't want that for myself. I hate it here. Other places have significant opportunities, this place doesn't. I realize that moving away will not solve my every problem, however I feel it's a step in the right direction. It's one way in which I have very visceral control over my environment.
That's all for now. I'll be back soon. | | |
| I am so fucking broke. This is not new, it's just irritating. Much like this font, which I'm imagining will be very hard to read and which I will probably feel compelled to change, thus negating this sentence entirely *I did indeed change the font, it was awful. Be glad you missed it*. Sometimes I think of my lack of money as an exciting challenge to live creatively. Today I think if it as an enormous pain in my ass. My husband and I are both gainfully employed, though apparently not gainfully enough. The fucked up part is that we don't buy much of anything, and what we do buy is generally either a necessity or something second-hand. I mean, we do go to movies, but aside from that, our entertainment budget amounts to pretty much nothing, and we rarely go out for drinks, yet still, we have no money. This is what happens when you try to make a living out of helping people and being a decent human being. Decency does not pay well.
Enough of my bitching though. Aside from the money thing, everything is fine. Tomorrow is a friend's birthday party, I'm sure that will be fun, and as a result I'm going to use some paid time off and only have to work 24 hours this weekend (I work 40 hours in 2 days during a normal weekend, then I have weekdays off, which I intend to use to find a second job). I'm looking forward to the party and the shortened work hours. This is the first time in my life I've had paid time off. I'm so excited about getting paid for doing nothing! Hooray!
See, things are alright. I just have to approach them from the proper angle. I'll survive.
Goodnight folks. | | |
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