2004-11-15 - 3:50 p.m.
I really need wash my jeans. They smell like figs.
Well I sell leather part-time about 200 feet up the street from the toy store. I kind of miss it...selling toys. I knew what I was doing there. Leather is complicated, and the people who want to buy it are certainly not people I relate to all that well.
I get by, don't get me wrong...it kind of sucks though.
I work very little between now and the end of December, so I think I'm going to try doing massage a bit. Not strangers, just people who know me and are willing to give me money for my skills.
I've done one massage since July. Glad I spent all that money on massage school.
My massage license isn't even valid in Washington, nor do they recognize Maine's massage program at all.
I had a fight with my sister last night...the first real one since high school. It involved my moving, her wedding, etc....more complicated than it's worth. Needless to say, I was right and my opinion is the valid one.
I spent a good portion of last night and early this afternoon catching up on one of my favorite diaries...someone I thought no longer updated, but turns out just started a new account. I'm so glad I'm not a teenager. Holy shit. I feel kind of weird being so into a teenager's diary though. When I was 15 if I had a 25 year old reading and relating to my diary I'd be kind of freaked out. Because 25 was inconceivably old when I was 15!
20 was inconceivably old.
I'm going to be 26 in roughly three weeks. That's late-mid, for those of you who know the system.
Yup.
We ran out of oil on Friday, and had to spend the weekend in unbearable coldness. But huzzah, oil came this morning, and the landlord is going to re-light the pilot light (??) so we can have heat again.
And we'll leave it on high until we're forced to move out at the end of December.
