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I just felt like writing today.  I don't have anything in particular to talk about.

Remember the guy Ecstacy I used to write about all the time when I was working as a security guard?  Well, apparently he don't remember me, because I haven't heard from him?  Damn, sexiness going to waste.  It just doesn't make any sense.

I finally went permanent on my job last week.  Yay!  I was starting to get scared, I hadn't been looking for another job and I definitely wasn't in the mood to do so either.  This job is perfect.  Ten minutes away from the house (but I'm still late, I don't get it), ten minutes from Clayton State University where I'm taking my classes, and ten minutes away from the babysitter.  It doesn't get any better.  Plus the best part is, MO MONEY!  Now I can finally get my house and shit.  I'm glad about that  because a sista is about cut this raggedy ass apartment loose.  I was trying to wait until June of next year, but a nigga might be on the move before then.  I opened up my water bill for July and that shit was 54 dollars.  54 dollars y'all?!  I don't even have a washer and dryer.  This shit is redamndiculous.  I know it's going to continue to get  higher because more people are moving out of my apartment building.  By November that shit is going to be through the roof.

In other news, aint' nothing else going on.  My daddy says I don't have a life.  If anybody has any spare lives laying around, let me hold that shit for a minute.  I'll give it back to you in a couple of months or so.

Don't you hate people that work in your office that turn their radio up on the last fucking notch?
I ought to throw some damn water on that shit and see how she likes that.

Until the next time..........