If it’s not one thing, it’s another.
By the way, those that still read my diary after my poorly and hastily worded statement of my beliefs two entries ago, I thank you. No one has said anything extremely bad to me about my beliefs, so I can only assume that most of you still respect me. Which is good. 😉
Anyways, if it’s not one thing it’s another. I’m going to put another disclaimer on here. If you know me in real life it’s in your best interests not to read this. I don’t want to know every detail that goes on in your head, and you don’t want to know mine.
Ok. The rest of you can still read everything.
By the way, the suspicious hits from my hometown server turned out to be someone from dland here, who I had the opportunity to meet via AIM. So big sigh of relief there.
Other stuff that happenned recently that I haven’t talked about for some unknown reason:
I’m getting a new apartment with my roommates. I decided against the thing of moving in with my girl, but we both decided that we’d do it after these leases we are currently in are up if we are still together, which I sincerely hope is the case.
I’ve just got to fight with my roommates to get a 6 month lease instead of a year lease. I know why they are pushing so hard for the year lease — the same reason I want a 6 month lease. They are trying to make it more difficult for me to move out.
For some reason they feel like I have to be under their supervision. I’m not a fscking baby, damnit! I’m a responsible adult who has gone thru more sh!t than both of you will ever have to put up in your combined lives as adults. I have come from nothing and made myself something, which is something that both of you will never be able to say.
That’s out of my system now, hopefully.
See, this is why I don’t want you reading this, stray IRL friend reader that probably persisted in reading this document to the finish! What if that statement was about you? That sort of stuff would probably hurt your tender little feelings! So don’t read it anymore!
(Nothing like a little object lesson to teach’em! yeah!)
Uhh, I’m bored. I guess I’ll do some work now.
Quote of the Entry: “Hi son: Are you still alive? Mom and I were just wondering. Thought I would remind you that your sister’s Bday is Friday. Drop her a silly email or something. Dad”
– My Dad