It Hurts to Be This Sexy
	2004-07-16 | 3:39 p.m. Updateries
	I've been a neglectful diarylander. It's true. I admit it, and apologize as best I can. But I'm here with updates! galore, so maybe I can be forgiven. First off, I'm going home in a few days. Yay to that, I say. It has been several months since I've frolicked down south, and that's far too long for me. I've begun to realize that I am a southerner, and that no amount of living up north will change that. It was foolish of me to believe I could make it a whole summer without going home, and so I'm making up for lost time by spending a whole week in Atlanta and Chattanooga. Rock and roll. I leave Tuesday, and might actually meet up with %%diary-anat%% for the first time ever. I heart diary meet-ups. The fun doesn't end there, Reader. Oh no. There's also Job Prospects. I have a phone interview with a really cool organization, and I just got a bunch of material to look over yesterday. Reading through it, I found myself saying yes yes yes to their goals and idea(l)s. It doesn't get much better than that. Please hire me, and pay me salary commensurate with enthusiasm. I will be a rich kid (haha) living in Brooklyn (holla) and paying off my massive student loans. Love it love it. Which reminds me, I believe that I do, in fact, have a place in Park Slope with some friends. They own a house that is totally amazing, and I went for my first visit and think it's going to work. I could only be more excited if a job fell into my lap right now and gave me enough money to pay for the new place. That comes later, I hope. So yeah. I'm not sick with worry just yet, but I probably should be. The August rent comes due sooner rather than later, and I really, really don't have it. I will figure something out (it will probably include cleaning house for the Library Chick and getting a loan from my parents, only one of which--the former--does not sound offensive to me). Then there's the Shmohawk. We talk almost every night, and things are falling into a cute, hearts and flowers, snugglyfuck sort of rhythm, wherein she wants to cuddle with me and I'm not there, and I sort of think that cuddling would be nice too, but she's not around, so we talk on the phone instead. Meanwhile, I'm openly nursing a crush on the Trannyfag Party Boy, who I talk with on the livejournal all the time. To be honest, Reader, I want him so bad I can taste it. Fruity summer goodness. But I will see Shmohawk in August (festie fest!), and I will not see my crush boy. Hm. Is it obvious that I have some sort of plan of action already worked out in my head? And that I'm not entirely satisfied with it? Because that's the case. Whatever. I'm going home on Tuesday. I will play and play and not think of a thing. Except that maybe I'll work with my dad so as to not feel bad about taking his money. And I'll come back to a phone interview with this excellent company, and I will, in fact, employed by mid-August. Really. I've got to believe in it hard enough to make it happen. Send the energy my way if you can. **Blasting Caps** The weather that ROARED - 2005-03-01 Enabler's Rag - 2005-02-15 Where in the world? - 2005-01-14 Where have all the rude boys gone? - 2005-01-04 quickly - 2004-11-21 <-- - -->	Last Next Newest Older Rings Pictures Links Profile Guestbook Email me Notes Diaryland Hate is Great

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