I don't think I have 60 credits. I know there are para educator jobs around here where the requirements seem to be - 18 years of age and no criminal record. It's something to look into.

Being a realtor does have some appeal so I am going to look into it. My brother tried his hand at it didn't work out very well, but he's in a different market and maybe things would be different up here.

And one of the latest job listings on Craigslist is - 2 part time admin assistant through Spherion. So I called and left a message that I am interested.

My friend is a para, and really likes it. It's got some of the fun of teaching, but you don't have to take the work home.

Why is it that I can't creative write with any music, except maybe some classical or jazz, but I prefer party tunes loud for resumes?

Dear Buffista clients: now you know most of your resumes have been written to lyrics that include shake that ass, brickhouse and yeah, yeah, yeah.

Aw. I bought a friend of mine a book for his birthday he had just bought for himself (like, it arrived from Amazon the day before my package), so he's giving away that copy and keeping the one I sent him.

Argh. The problem with Getting Some is now I want MORE. And can't have. Waaah! I shall pout like a small child and feel terribly injusticed (ok maybe that's not a word but you know what I mean)

Here, let me distract you: I had a dream the other night that you, me, and Juliana were getting all fancied up to go out for the evening, and Cass was supposed to show up at any moment. It was a pretty nice dream.

Well that nicely distracted me. That would be fun.

Better than my heat dreams. By which I mean it has been quite warm not that I have cat DNA in my cocktail.

I think your roomie is at a place where she ought live alone. Or, at minimum, someplace where her room is doored off and there is no need for anyone to have access. I mean, I actually feel bad for her but she's asking too much of you. Very far past what could be considered reasonable. I am so sorry you are in this situation.

I think your roomie is at a place where she ought live alone. Or, at minimum, someplace where her room is doored off and there is no need for anyone to have access. I mean, I actually feel bad for her but she's asking too much of you. Very far past what could be considered reasonable.

Exactly this.

I don't know why I'm so annoyed. I just hate making other people uncomfortable, and between my introvert roommate and my introvert whatever-don't-say-boyfriend-he'll-freak, I'm feeling like my very existence is offensive.

Uh, 'cause it's annoying?

Move down the street...!

{{{{{Maria}}}}} I'm so sorry. So much ~ma that the flooding isn't as bad as expected.

Am at bar awaiting StW. Later we're meeting the friends we made tubing. Too bad I have to be at work at 7am tomorrow - I'm in the mood to get drunk and possibly have loud sex. I hope a little alcohol soothes this knot in my stomach.

Thanks for all the support. I'm taking a vacation from dealing for tonight.