I'm Such a Loser

I've not written anything in ages because it occured to me that I hate writing.

Ok, that's a lie. I do NOT hate writing. It's just really challenging to come up with anything remotely interesting some days and I'd really hate to bore the zero people that actually take the time to read this.

Lots of things have happened since I wrote last, like selling out competely and becoming an IKEA whore. Not that there's anything wrong with that... I got a wicked cool shower curtain, which is exciting, and a rug and some towels and some art and the bathroom looks like a completely new room! So i'm happy with that.

I'm happy with most things in general. Except for still being at work at five thirty on a monday. With forty minutes to go. I suppose it could be worse, it could be another hour. Or two more hours. That would be really awful, though i suppose there are worse things. After all, had i come to work on time, i.e. before ten ten, i wouldn't still be here. Though i might be as i'm going to see That Guy do an open mic thingy at some coffee house in Wrigleyville, which, according to centerstage.net promises to be "one of the best places to go to sit and read, sip coffee or just people-watch." So i would still be here anyway as it'd be a major timewaster to go home just to turn back around and go halfway back downtown when i'm practically passing the place on the way home, so i'd've just waited it out here anyway.

That's about all that's going on right this minute.

Oh, and i got screwed by being young again... I was going to go to CA for work, being an assistant to one of our field staff doing a one day training thing, and yes, it included a 200 mile drive by myself in a rental car. Or would've if i had a major credit card, as apparently you need a major credit card to rent a car if you're under 25. But i don't. I don't have a major credit card because i have no credit history. I have no credit history because no one will issue me a credit card. Do we start to see the conflict here?

Bleh.