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i stopped by my old work.
kirkland freds. this shit is like a little small-town community.
same faces always, just moved around.
theres this chic from home that went to home electronics. big scandal.
cashiers going to the plants. night crew to day crew.
and jamie richards. who is the store slut, moving wise.
home to apparel to home to home electronics to the in-store WAmu to home electronics and again back to home.
she gets around.

then i start thinking to myself. how depressing. cuz thats me too:
blimpies, away, freds, away, blimpies, freds, different freds.
youre stuck with what your comfortable with. just switch it around to make it more exciting.
i want to get out. i dont want to be a lifer. i want school. i want to be better. its why i like school.
cuz i dont want to be stuck in a job like that.
too many people accept it. i dont want to. i dont think i have to.
but you have to be motivated to get outta that shit. do something about it.

another crazy piece of shit:
remember that crazy triangle shit with that chic i met through work, and the friends that i hung out with that were from ridgecrest, CA, and then somehow nan, keiths sister, knew them and moved in with them?
ok. so one of the chix sister came and visited back when i hung out with them. now shes moved and lived up here....
where does she work? fuckin freds. shes at the deli. ok. yeah. weird.
but then i talk to this chic, and guess what?
shes moving in with someone from CCK. guess who?
the chic that used to tell me all her extraciricular activities. remember?: i dont want to wake up looking like a glazed doughnut.
yeh! that chic. this is too fucking weird....

so i stop by blimpies cuz i havent been since like june-ish. blimpie jim is just about to drive away with a delivery when he sees me.
he greets, and then brings up, er, rather sly-ly asks if i have a tab. of course he fucking knows i do, but hes just being nice about it.
"pay whenever you can."
so i go in and check out to see the damage. fucking almost $17!! where the fuck did that come from?!!
i guess thats all the times i went in when he was there. so its no bother, cuz thats still probably like pennies for all the sammiches that ive had there whilst i was working there and at freds. but i only had enough cash to pay $10 of it. shit. so i still have a tab there.
im hoping hes happy that i paid two-thirds of it.
also. this chic that i worked with at blimpies the first time (pre-westmont) is now back. shes my sisters age... sad.

so. i get to my parents. (my initial reason for coming to the eastside.) and i find a UPS note on the door. they got there before 10:30 sometime. damn! i got up at 10. the earliest eVer when i didnt have work or school. so i just missed them. fine.
im tromping around upstairs playing with the dog, and my sister comes up.
WTF?!
yeah. shes been sleeping downstairs.
"when did you get here?"
"1 in the morning"
"you didnt hear the UPS guy?"
"uh. no"
"DAH. you suck!"
"yes. yes i do. i suck ballz."
(ok. so she didnt say that [but thats what air likes to hear].)

so i posted a note on the door for the UPS guy to knock profusely on the window to downstairs.
he and my sister better follow through. grrrr...

yeh. so now im on the eastside. whats there to do? no pizza =P. kevins gone. ashleys working. ashleigh probably up to nothing... but yeah.. space that shit out... my sisters watching passions. ick. hmm.

maybe i'll get a badly needed haircut.
but wheres the motivation?