fastest box-folder from portland, maine to portland, oregon. yeah, baby.
9:49 p.m. - 2002-01-07
this is going nowhere. i need to get over him. he's an angel, except...he isn't. he never meant to break my heart, so i can't be angry with him. but i'm not exactly pleased, either. obviously.
what is up with this. every day, i'm fine. but (almost) every night, i feel like i want to get totally trashed.
i'm just whining and feeling sorry for myself.
in other news, i'm working in a factory til friday. oh, and my mental father scheduled a meeting with the lawyer during my last shift. of course. he had to pick this one week when he knew i was working. dork. anyway i guess it doesn't matter. not like i'll ever be back there again. so...for this job, i fold boxes. that's about it. today i was doing some glue-gun action. fun stuff. well, kind of. but my gross pay this week will be $360 so i am pleased.
anyway, i'm out of here.