12.05.04 :: A not-so-bitchy update

So they fired my entire training class save for me and one other person. I guess I should be flattered, right? I don't get the logistics of their decision but I'm too relieved to have a job to ponder it.

Hm, so I start my great afternoon schedule (Sunday through Thursday, 11:30 - 8:00 pm) this Sunday and I'm starting to pay off my most pressing debts. To celebrate, I purchased "House of Leaves" by Mark Z. Danielewski (if my middle initial was "Z" I'd be throwing it around like crazy, too), a pair of pre-ripped jeans, a pre-faded t-shirt and a small shopping spree at the organic food store. C-l-i-c-h-e. Don't worry, I hate me too. I blame peer pressure; people at my job keep assuming I'm a vegitarian because "[I] have an artistic haircut".

My brain is trying to break its way out of my skull via my eye and the subject of my rather sadistic flirtations has started to insist on treating me to a Japanese dinner and a night of movies, presumably at his place. He's an alright guy. Alright looking, alright personality, alright taste in movies...just -- alright. I'm not ready to get tangled up in another sweaty, confusing mess just for "alright". Give me "oh my fucking god, gimmemineNOW" and then I'll reconsider.