The Vagabond Child

Might as well own it. 

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I wanna drink until I ache I wanna make a big mistake I want blood, guts, and angel cake I'm gonna puke it anyway

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And you retired just in time, You were about to be fired For being so tired From hiring the ones who will take your place All lies on your resume have become the truth by now And the things that you never did have become your youth somehow You know everything by now. Enjoy your youth sounds like a threat Enjoy your youth sounds like a threat But I will anyway.

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I feel like this song pretty much sums up how I feel about everything right now. On another note, I finally got that third double shift that my boss kept telling me she'd get me. So now I work Tuesday-Friday, with doubles every day except Thursday, and am the automatic first choice for covering people's shifts.

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I feel numb I feel numb in this kingdom...

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I am not having a good night.

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*sigh* thank you shuffle...

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Called maintenance. The leak was from a cracked toilet upstairs (ew) so he's fixing that, and it should be fine now.

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I had a dream that where I'm living now was in Antarctica and I had to leave for scientific testing to be done here. I was one of the last people to stay so I was walking around an empty airport, and an abandoned city, shortly before leaving to go visit family. When I got back I had to stay with my mother in our old trailer house. This was a bad idea. Wound up having to leave early and go back to the abandoned city in Antarctica. Then, slowly, the people started "reloading" one by one, and they caught me screaming in what I thought was a totally empty building.

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I'm here lying on the bed of your tongue My heart listen to the sound of your war drum Steady tiptoe in to your neck of the woods I feel danger on your lips, but it tastes good.

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#NowPlaying Night Drive by Gotye

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If I had a guaranteed job, transportation of some sort (suddenly having a car, buses, something.), and could afford the housing, I would definitely move. It's the job thing that's killing me. Job hunting sucks, and it's uncertain. I hate when I slow down long enough for this stuff to start to get back to the front of my mind again.

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If I had a guaranteed job, transportation of some sort (suddenly having a car, buses, something.), and could afford the housing, I would definitely move. It's the job thing that's killing me. Job hunting sucks, and it's uncertain. I hate when I slow down long enough for this stuff to start to get back to the front of my mind again.

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Not even 6 months in, and I already want to pack up and start a new life. Rent is just too damn high here. I can't move here, without at least getting a second job. I know I could definitely make time for work, and work, and school, and rest, but I'd really rather just have a better apartment and lower rent. I know I could find cheaper rent somewhere, if I just moved, but then that adds in the whole job hunting factor. I don't know what I want to do. I don't know what I should do. *sigh*

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If someone tells you that they are making 6 figures a year they either have a really great job or they’re the worst worker in a toy factory.

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#NowPlaying Have You Got It in You? by Imogen Heap

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I have too many sad thoughts in my head right now.