I hate the job hunt

Actually, I don't. The job hunt is pretty simple. I just hate all the decisions that come along with it - do I take this job or that job - and the inevitable "what if I had chosen the other position" thoughts - those suck.

I also hate urinalysis. Especially after a vacation. I completely disagree with them (completely) but they're a part of our world now. A shitty part, to be sure.

I'm still not sure what to do about my house. The housing market is terrible everywhere right now - my home could be listed for four months before it's ever sold! - so I have to pay for it for at least that long anyway.

I guess this is the part of my life when shit gets a little hard. My time for adversity, as it were.

I wonder what lessons I'll learn from this.

Maaaaann

It's so damn easy to find flaws in the new women I meet.  Even if I think they're drop dead gorgeous.

She's too pushy - I can't stand that. 

She's too needy.  I can't take that right now.

She's too slutty.  That was fun last year but I'm done with that.

Can you say JAAAAAAAAAAAADED?

Time to Sell

Man, I don't want to sell my house.  But I need to.

 

Up to now my need to sell and get this debt (and other debt) out of my life has been countered by the fact that my house is the illest ever.  I mean, four big bedrooms and a big living room - plus, this has been our crew's chill spot forever.

 

So much green has been toked in this house.  So many good times.  So many girls girls girls, both dating and otherwise.

 

But I HAVE to let this house go.  There are so many cool things I can do without a mortgage payment - like, go to school full time ...  travel to Europe for a few weeks (I haven't been home forever - home is Germany, by the by).

 

So someone convince me that I'm doing the right thing.

Back from Vegas

It was a blast.

Went with a buddy and stayed with another friend "up in Anthem".  Really nice pad overlooking a beautiful golf course - better than any hotel on the strip, and totally free.  Good friend!

This was my first time in Vegas and I was glad I could spend it with people who knew the city instead of being a tourist.  I got to play some great golf - even if we had to sneak on to a few of the courses at midnight - whatev.  And man did I smoke the finest and tastiest of ganja possible. 

That isn't to say I didn't party down.  We hit the strip a few times with a good sized crew - one totally fine chick that I wanted to talk to so bad because she's the classy type - not the look at my huge titties and ass but the i'm-not-a-slut-so-i-don't-dress-like-one fine kind.  Too bad she's married - nice rock on the finger there.

Vegas puts my city to shame.  I feel like life is being sucked from me at an accelerated rate.  Fortunately I've finally realized that I can go wherever I want to.  I have no true ties - I can do whatever the fuck I want.  Once college is done, that is.  

Man I wish I had some of that smoke right now.

<3 and miss you!! x0x0oxoxox

Not really. 

Fags.

So the big Boss walks by...

while I'm kibitzing with another employee and asks me what I'm doing.

 

"Oh, you know - chillin'."

 

Didn't realize it was her.  Not the right response.