April 25, 2002 :: 10:20 a.m.
POOF! I'm independently wealthy
It's raining. It's wet and gray and drizzly out, and I'm going to have to tromp around Harrisburg in this nastiness for god knows how long - it depends on where I can find a parking spot that doesn't require a feeding of quarters every half hour. I'm thinking that I can park somewhere near State Street, in one of the church parking lots or something. They don't actually check the cars in the parking lot to make sure the car's owner is in the church, do they? I don't think so. I hope not. That would suck. Not quite as much as losing all my money to a parking meter just so I can stand around in an unfinished bagel shop and be taught the correct way to spread cream cheese for four hours, though.
I'm not entirely excited about this job. I mean, it seems all right, but the parking thing is a bitch - most people who work in Harrisburg live in Harrisburg, thus allowing them to walk to work - and for some mysterious reason I'm just not enthused. Perhaps because, for all ranting about being bored and poor and needing a job, I really do want to just lay around and read and draw and listen to music all day. I want to be the lazy, unmotivated person that I am, but damn the capitalist man, I can't. Damn him and his hot dogs straight to the Martha Stewart layer of hell.
I'm drinking mandarin orange spice tea, and it's good, but I think I burned my tongue because all I can taste is hot. Heh. Ooh, hot! And it smells like orange, too. What a delicacy. Nah, it really is good, especially if you like things that are hot and smell like oranges. Which I do. Why am I talking about this? I have no idea. So let's move on.
I wish I had magic powers where I could just think of the person I want to talk to and then POOF! they'd be online. Or POOF! they'd call me. Because that would be very convenient.
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