The eternal, burning question...

...Where the fuck are my W2's?

Back to the rat race.

So, I decided to go part-time for this semester. Until I can get my finances straightened out. Which should be relatively soon, as much as I'm overcompensating in the work area. I now work full time at eworks again. 5 days of availability. Plus 20 hrs at KECSAC. Shoot me. Please?

Maybe I can work back into a supervisorship? ...Man, that money was pretty feckin' sweet...

Up side, due to the overcompensation, I should be living pretty comfortably again in no time. Man, I miss those days.

Neurotic.

...Tip of the fucking iceberg...

When will anyone learn?

...Not to leave me to my own devices...

So, my roommate and all my honors friends (which, let's face it, is pretty much all my friends) are in Chicago. Ten bucks says she comes home to a carboard box fortress in our living room.

Oh, yeah. I forgot. I kind of had a long break. I worked a lot, had a wonderous new years eve/housewarming/HAPPY 21ST BIRTHDAY, ROOMIE! party (during which I only vaguely remember setting myself on fire), moved into a wonderful new apartment with hardwood floors, went home and managed to make a fool of myself to our neighbor's model son (I'm not talking, "oh, he's the best son," I'm talking Christian Dior), and best yet, no one in my family shanked anyone!

The latter, I'm pretty sure, is a sign of the apocalypse.

:D
Shae