blackize
07-24-2003, 01:34 AM
Remember the post I made for my friend Jimmy and how I wished many negative thoughts against him and his family?
Well, some of it came true, finally. His parents finally found out about his smoking pot and nightly binge drinking. The only thing that sucks about his parents catching him, is that while he had one of his drinking parties, everyone else was caught and some of those people are my friends. So it looks like when Jimmy went down, he took everyone else down with him. In a way I am glad that I distanced myself from the rest of my friends and burned every possible bridge with Jimmy, because had I been over his house that night, regardless of whether or not I engaged in certain activities, all I would have needed to happen is that Jimmy's parents contact my parents about the evening. And the way my parents function, I'm guilty by association. I guess things happen for a reason.
As much as I hate working at Dunkin' Donuts, my boss gave me a promotion. I'm a manager and by the end of next week, I will have my own key to the store and to the "office". My boss also bumped up my responsibilities to include interviewing job applicants, training new employees, and I believe I also have influenece has to whether who the store should hire or fire, and whether or not certain people deserve a raise. It feels good to have some power, granted it's at a Dunkin' Donuts, power is power regardless of location. And I believe I might be given a raise from $7 to $7.50 or $8. And I'm going to work an average of 30 to 40 hours a week.
I haven't had any mechanical problems with my truck in over a week. That's a damn good stretch with my luck and I hope it lasts a lot longer. And I hope someone buys my Blazer. I'm asking $2,700, but I am more than willing to accept $2,100. Asking the higher price gives me more room to haggle with potential buyers.
I am still in the process of forming a new clique. So far it's my friend Jason, my friend Crystal, and believe it or not, Laura. It's funny how things have progressed with Laura since my last post. Like when she said she's wanted to be friends with me for the longest time and how she used to like me enough to want a relationship (but blamed me for ruining things, damn women), now I just rub everything in her face. I treat her like one of the guys, I throw out random insults and sarcastically say how happy it makes me that we are friends. Regardless of what happens between us, I really don't give a shit, I am moving soon.
And speaking of moving, I am now looking forward to it. A change of scenery, a clean slate. Joy. Besides my room sucks as it is, because I put a hole with a diameter of about 10 inches in my wall (I covered it with my Texas Chainsaw Massacre poster), I dented the wall next to my bed with my head, and some of the linoleum tiles are coming up. This house is falling apart, thanks to your's truly. Oh and I did break one of the window screens the other day when I had to break into my house. I locked myself out, so I just walked around the back of my house, punched out one of the screens, and as I tried climbing into the house, I fell and took out everything that was by the window. Dog food went flying, clean laundry was scattered all over the floor, and the card table was folded up with a newly malformed leg due to my fall. It was funny now that I think about it, because the dog just sat in the kitchen and watched as Hell broke loose. Then he eats the dog food. Granted I'm laying in a heap on the floor, not moving, he just eats. What a dog. Love him to death, though.
This is cool, though. Things, again, are going smoothly for me. It seems like my life runs on a cycle of things going poorly and then everything gets better only until some fucking tragic event. It's all water under the bridge.
<P ID="signature"><center><table><tr><td style="filter:glow(color=blue strength=5);font-family:arial;font-size:'12pt'">The only box that can hold a secret is a coffin.</td></tr></table></center></P>
Well, some of it came true, finally. His parents finally found out about his smoking pot and nightly binge drinking. The only thing that sucks about his parents catching him, is that while he had one of his drinking parties, everyone else was caught and some of those people are my friends. So it looks like when Jimmy went down, he took everyone else down with him. In a way I am glad that I distanced myself from the rest of my friends and burned every possible bridge with Jimmy, because had I been over his house that night, regardless of whether or not I engaged in certain activities, all I would have needed to happen is that Jimmy's parents contact my parents about the evening. And the way my parents function, I'm guilty by association. I guess things happen for a reason.
As much as I hate working at Dunkin' Donuts, my boss gave me a promotion. I'm a manager and by the end of next week, I will have my own key to the store and to the "office". My boss also bumped up my responsibilities to include interviewing job applicants, training new employees, and I believe I also have influenece has to whether who the store should hire or fire, and whether or not certain people deserve a raise. It feels good to have some power, granted it's at a Dunkin' Donuts, power is power regardless of location. And I believe I might be given a raise from $7 to $7.50 or $8. And I'm going to work an average of 30 to 40 hours a week.
I haven't had any mechanical problems with my truck in over a week. That's a damn good stretch with my luck and I hope it lasts a lot longer. And I hope someone buys my Blazer. I'm asking $2,700, but I am more than willing to accept $2,100. Asking the higher price gives me more room to haggle with potential buyers.
I am still in the process of forming a new clique. So far it's my friend Jason, my friend Crystal, and believe it or not, Laura. It's funny how things have progressed with Laura since my last post. Like when she said she's wanted to be friends with me for the longest time and how she used to like me enough to want a relationship (but blamed me for ruining things, damn women), now I just rub everything in her face. I treat her like one of the guys, I throw out random insults and sarcastically say how happy it makes me that we are friends. Regardless of what happens between us, I really don't give a shit, I am moving soon.
And speaking of moving, I am now looking forward to it. A change of scenery, a clean slate. Joy. Besides my room sucks as it is, because I put a hole with a diameter of about 10 inches in my wall (I covered it with my Texas Chainsaw Massacre poster), I dented the wall next to my bed with my head, and some of the linoleum tiles are coming up. This house is falling apart, thanks to your's truly. Oh and I did break one of the window screens the other day when I had to break into my house. I locked myself out, so I just walked around the back of my house, punched out one of the screens, and as I tried climbing into the house, I fell and took out everything that was by the window. Dog food went flying, clean laundry was scattered all over the floor, and the card table was folded up with a newly malformed leg due to my fall. It was funny now that I think about it, because the dog just sat in the kitchen and watched as Hell broke loose. Then he eats the dog food. Granted I'm laying in a heap on the floor, not moving, he just eats. What a dog. Love him to death, though.
This is cool, though. Things, again, are going smoothly for me. It seems like my life runs on a cycle of things going poorly and then everything gets better only until some fucking tragic event. It's all water under the bridge.
<P ID="signature"><center><table><tr><td style="filter:glow(color=blue strength=5);font-family:arial;font-size:'12pt'">The only box that can hold a secret is a coffin.</td></tr></table></center></P>