13 July 2000 ~ Thank you; writing captions...

For the past 24 minutes, I've been dashing around the house joyously singing in my nightshirt...

"I got another job..."
"Where?"
"'True Romances.'"
"Posing?"
"Thank you; writing captions."
--"Merrily We Roll Along."

So... I got another job! Ready for this one? On Friday, I train to be a cook at:

Sharkey's is a bar/restaurant about a mile from my house. I think I've mentioned it before. If not... well, there's a lot to tell about it... I used to go there practically every week for buffalo wings. I don't think I've ever had anything there other than wings. Oh, and a popper. Just one. Didn't like it. I kinda stopped going there after one night when I found a bunch of feathers in my buffalo wings, and I am NOT kidding you... Not that feathers are unhealthy, but I was FAR too sober to be eating them.

I don't think I really want to talk about all my times at Sharkey's. Most of them were really, really great; one or two of them were really, really, REALLY bad. Like Peter telling me he didn't love me and that if he'd ever implied otherwise, it was only his way of--- see, I don't want to talk about this.

I think I'll like working there...

My hours got cut again at Record Town. They've been giving my hours to L'il Pete, because L'il Pete is a guy, and they have Guy Time now... They play basketball with hackey sacks and stuff. Working with Helena, of course, isn't any fun, because all Helena ever wants to do is run register. Steve keeps threatening to fire me, which he can't do anyway. Matt's scared of Steve. Jacy, the new store manager, is nice and professional and all, until he's around the other guys, and then he picks on me. And L'il Pete is just a monster. I don't really enjoy working there anymore, not to mention I cannot survive on 9 hours a week at minimum wage, much less save anything up.

So, yeah, I'm gonna get a few more jobs, pay my bills, and, hopefully, when my new housemate moves in...

Oh wait... Dammit, I haven't even told you about my new housemate, have I?

Well, her name is Jo, she's sweet and warm and open and a feisty bitch when she needs to be... She's living in a group home right now, for the mentally ill -- she calls it the Animal House -- and will be moving in with me in about three weeks. Not only is she totally cool (you'd love her -- you'd just wanna come over to my house and scratch her behind the ears), she's willing and able to pay rent and buy food and stuff...

And speaking of housemates, Peter found the Ray-Bob shirt stuffed in the back corner of Jeff's closet. Funny -- it HAD been in the living room. I think Jeff was using it as a cum-rag. Asshole. Jeff can still rot in hell, even though I have my shirt back.

My mom is having her wedding ceremony on Saturday. Does this mean I'll have a mom and a stepmom? Two mommies? Mom and Stepmother? Whatever. I don't care. They're happy, and that's all that matters. Well, actually, it also matters that they asked me to make them mix-tapes to play after the ceremony, and I haven't made them yet... Fuck...

I think I'm going to go d that... Sorry this entry has been so sporadic, but it appears I haven't given you an update in awhile...

Off to the races...
~Helena*