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Tuesday, January 13, 2004

[Taking it in, try to be feminine]

My experience with casual dating truly boggles me. The fact being that somehow I am INCAPABLE of it. Add 1/3 honesty, 1/3 fear, and 1/3 bad timing and there you have it. It being me. Because I have no idea if it is pheramones or that unexplainable confidence, or a certain smell like someone else has been circling this territory - but I have been motherfing irresistable this past couple of weeks. Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining about that part. No, in fact, I like that part a great deal. It is the fact that I am now left with envy for those people who can string along many people at once with no fear, and no thought of the others' feelings. I'm pissed now. I'm not talking about this anymore.

I am talking about this: I have it on good authority I'm about to be fired. Well, hot diggety damn! Why, you ask? Because I work in a restaurant that is beyond unprofessional with their inner politics. It borders on the appearance of poop-throwing monkeys, if you ask me. It's just dumb stuff about someone needing to go down for something, and them picking me because THEY probably have it on good authority that I've been searching for a new job anyway. So there. I'm not too worried about it.

In the meantime I have finals this week to worry about, followed by three weeks of void. It will be an especially dark deep void if I truly am about to be fired because then, for the first time in my existence here in Chitown, I will have nothing to do, and no money anything with this new spare time. Otherwise I'll be starting a new job, which will be very interesting I'm sure.

I have no wisdom for you today. Are you mad? Sorry.

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