Yes, God.
That would have been the third post in less than three days with the word God in it -- and we couldn't have that, could we? Not this close to Christmas.
But, Jesus-fucking-Christ, I'm having a rough night. I've got a sinus headache that makes me feel like my brain is trying to escape out of my nose and tear-ducts, and every door I've touched has broken in some way -- though, thankfully not the new safe door (which had to be brought in to replace the one I broke the door off of).
The door at the Fox tonight would just not fucking close. At all. It wouldn't lock and Travis and I tried for over an hour to lock it and perhaps in the process broke it more. Who knows? I'll find out tomorrow night.
And then... yes then, I came home in the hopes of getting some sleep tonight and my own fucking door wouldn't open. My key just wouldn't work. I had to wake up my tired, cranky, groggy, possibly sick roommate to open it for me.
What the hell is with me and doors?
In other news, for about three hours today I deeply considered buying a house in the beaches. Yes. Buying. I'm all grown up now (like hell). Aaron and I sat down (through e-mail) and discussed it, agreeing that 'what the hell, why not?' And then I talked to my mom about the actualities of buying a house and came to the conclusion that there's no way in hell we can afford to do that right now. Even if for some reason we managed to obtain a good mortgaging rate there would still be hydro and heat and water and bills to pay. I need a nine-to-five (what a way to make a living) job. One that pays more than what I make now. I needs some full time work.
Though... no, I wouldn't leave the Fox completely.
But... what to do with my life. What on earth do I want to be when I grow up?
None of my life's dreams are obtainable... so what do I settle for?
If you had to settle, what would you settle for?
How many times can I say settle this blog?
I'm tired now.
I'm slightly not looking forward to tomorrow. Too much to do and not enough time. The Boyfriend and the Roommate are helping my Dad move my new dresser here from my Grandma's place in the morning. At like 10:30. But before they get here I'd like to clean my room, the bathroom, and the hallway so that my Dad does not see the filthy hovel I live in. Also, it needs a good cleaning again. I put everything off while I was sick. Or I put it off because I wasn't at home. Either way, I put it off.
My cat is trying to tear up the carpet right now. I just threw a catnip toy at her. She is unimpressed.
EDIT:
Oh, also, I saw Snarky's family at the sushi place near my work. That is all.
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I would settle for running a cafe. I've been thinking about it pretty much non-stop since last week. I think if, maybe after next year I want to take a break and I could rent a new place with living accomodations on top of a small space for a bakery/cafe. I even came up with a menu. Its basically everything I wish I could see on a menu at a cafe here...unfortunately such a place (like the remarkable bean, etc.) does not exist in St. John's. I would be a hit!
also, sushi family! i think they told me that.
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