FLAKE!

Flakiness.

Is that a word? It is now. It's a noun and can also be an adjective, like, "this flaky douche bag has really pissed me off today"

The example is also why I'm even writing about this.

We're grown ass adults, with schedules, jobs, lives, if I work around your schedule and when YOU are free...it's most likely because I want to see you. I feel those that sacrifice their time are those that really want to be with you. Of course, being in someone's company should not have to mean they must make sacrifices, but in this case, yes. I'm sacrificing time that can be spent working on a paper. Grant it, it's a short paper and it requires me to compare to types of canned beans...organic and not organic. The life of an aspiring restaurateur is never dull. Ahem.

Ok. So I went to throw away a to-go box and I'm suddenly not bothered anymore. If anything, I really don't feel bad about not seeing this person today. Almost relieved.

Huh.

My anger really peaks, but it's gone faster than it came. (HA...that's what she said)


I'm off.

Frustrated.

I don't smell. That bad.
I'm pretty. When I want to be.
I'm not fat. Certainly not skinny.

I need sex.

It's been awhile.

This isn't livejournal.

So. I've returned to the internet to write again. This time it may be longer than 140 characters and it is not Livejournal! I graduated high-school back in '02. It's about time I cancel Livejournal.
A little about me.
I'm 25.
Like most people my age, I don't know what's going on or what I really see happening in the foreseeable future, but I do know that plans are good.
I'm a bartender. It's not that glamorous.
About a month ago, My parents surprised me with a little puppy.
She's adorable
She's not house-trained-so I'm a liiiiittle stressed out with it.
She is my world.
I'm currently working on a second degree in Hospitality management through the Art Institute (Online). Again, not so glamorous. Ha.

Because of these three things, I feel like my life is slipping away. I don't go out anymore, I'm completely stressed, and I'm resenting my co-workers.
To boot, my best friend moved to Israel yesterday for a year. Ouch.


This is not a sob story. This is me trying to find a way to distress before I go nuts.

To not appear like a completely sarcastic and cynical person,

Wait.

I am.


Ciao.