Girly Pants (theater_chica) wrote,
Girly Pants

Yet another chapter in the not so perfect guy craze. I won't go into details here because I promised not to breathe a word...but to sum it up I've got something speacial. Too bad that something speacial only makes me attractive to those already committed to others. Someday they'll be someone out there worthwhile.

I don't know if any of you have heard of this new double diabetes thing popping up. It's where people are both not producing and resistent to insulin. That's gotta suck. I mean it's hard enough taking shots...but having to take pills to make the shots work. Uggg...I can't imagine. I mean don't get me wrong...there's worse things in the world then diabetes...of any sort...but I remember being diaognosed with Type 1 and feeling depressed enough as it was. I just can't imagine coping with something like that. My pet peeve is when people say to me "wow, I could never take shots for the rest of my life" or something similar. Well...when you're presented with the situation you change your mind rapidly. I say that about surgery alot...but when I had to have my mouth operated on I got through it. Same concept people. When faced with death or shots I'm quite certain 99.99% of you would choose the shots. Anyhow I don't really know where that whole thing came from.

14 nights of work left. I'm starting to freak out. I'm really hoping I find a job right away down in IL. It's going to be rough considering that day jobs are out. And I'd really like to keep the weekends free, although I realize that's probably not going to happen. Hotels are where it's at...and the chances are probably slim. We'll see though...there's Mattoon, Pana, and Charleston nearby enough that they would all be doable. I'm just going to run around and fill out applications and hope for the best.

I'm feeling really friend-less lately. All my old friends don't seem to want to put in the time. I guess this is the first really big thing I'm going to be doing alone. Well mum's helping which is cool. But I can't really sit and bitch and cry with mum. Oh well...I need to be strong for me.

Laters Taters.
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