Watching Sherlock. Doing Laundry.
Things seem to be looking up for the yankee here in the dirty, I don't know when but I have a job lined up back at the OSP. I really wanted to return and now I shall. I just hope I don't run out of money before then.

Annie get yer job

Feeling much better today.

Jason is doing incredibly well with animal crackers. As a result, I am incredibly proud of him. Pepper is bored, this morning she was either smiling or panicing while we were driving to and from campus together. The fact that I cannot tell the difference, probably says a lot about our relationship. My dog. The great harbinger of chaos. The little ball of fur.

When I get depressed, I'm not even sure if my dog likes me.

...
I gotta shake this. Today I go to the OSP. Today I try to get my job back. Today, is very important. I cannot cock it up with my self-depricating bullshit. I must be confident, poised, and ready for action.

I must be hardcore.

I must be Annie Oakley.

I'm getting my "Ratchel's totally awesome/ you should hire and pay her" gun out of it's holster and I'm aiming to shoot some folk with it.

(picnic, lightning)

Fun Fact!

It unnerves me to no end when someone grows out their pinky fingernail and keeps all of the other nails short.

Uppity Bitch of the North

A Yankee in the dirty is not where a Yankee should be.

Saturday night we went to a party, I was supposed to make new friends and meet wonderful new people. Sunday morning I just felt depressed and unpopular.

Fucking me.

I've only been back a week and I'm already walking the edge between me not being able to exist without a social life and being depressed for days as a result of it.

What the what. I just can't win.

I need friends, but I feel like I'm back in middle school. Sitting alone wishing I could play the popular kids game.

Sometimes I feel like I'll always be that consummate spaz. The girl who's only faking popularity, and only the truly popular can see through my disguise.

There are no freaks here in the dirty.

Just a stranded uppity bitch of the north.

(picnic, lightning)

Also....

I hate Phil Collins.

What the what Google+?

Ok, so I just logged on and created a profile on google+. It could be that I just don't have teh patients or comprehension for this new fangled technology...but I don't get it.
IT's like facebook right?
But then what?
What else am I supposed to do?
It's all like, "Circles!", and I'm all like, "WOW! Exciting!". But then I don't get it beyond that.
So, what the what?

I want a dog.
I do not care if it is obnoxious, stinky, loud, or homicidal.
I want a dog.
I have been locked in this apartment in this desolate hell of these southern states for far too long. Perhaps if I was to acquire a dog I would not feel trapped as if in an ivory tower.
Perhaps if there was a dog in my life I would stop referring to the apartment complex as "The Compound".
Perhaps if I had a dog my lifestyle would become stable and not this nightmarish scenario of unemployment and uncertainty.
Then again, maybe not.
But I won't know until there is a dog in my life.
I know for certain that my ceaseless bitching will not stop until there is a dog.
So let's just make this easier for everyone involved (JASON) and let me have the damn dog.

(picnic, lightning)