I'm a model, you know what I mean? Teehee!

I refuse to be emotionally manipulated anymore. Years of friendship does not give anyone a get out of jail free card. I loved you, I still care but I'm done. You don't know what you did to piss me off? Even though I explained it to you? You say you'll miss me. I miss you. I miss who you used to be. I miss when we could actually have a conversation and you understood me. I don't know who you are now. How could I? You pop in and out and expect me to "get you". It doesn't work that way. I didn't throw the friendship away. How could I when you weren't around to nurture it? It died a long time ago. I didn't run you out of SL, you ran yourself out.

Lovely day spent with my honey. SL only borked badly once. I started doing my Sunday Slowdown shows again from 4-6pm slt. It feels good to just wrap up hectic weekends with slower paced music. Had a great TriNala show last night for Stroker's event. Life is good tonight.

Nothing too demanding. A new desk! I love it! It fits nicely in the space my old one was in and it allows me space for my work laptop for those rare occasions I do have to work from home. I'll take a pic but I can't guarantee I'll ever post it.  I'm happy for so many reasons. The main one being that Nala put the desk together like a man and I stayed away like a girl. *wink*

And that's ok. I don't need to feel beholden to posting to a time clock. This isn't something I punch in and out for.

Life is good. Work is good. Tonight was weird. I was weird tonight because of the weirdness. I'm ok with that.

and he doesn't taketh away!

My brother referred me to his tax man. I went in fully expecting to owe a few thousand in back taxes and penalties. Somehow, not only did he manage to work it so I didn't owe, I'm actually getting money back! I can breath easier now. I gotta tell ya, I was dreading this. It's almost like I challenged him when I walked in and said, "I owe". "What makes you think you owe?", he said. "This piece of paper that says I owe." He went to work and made miracles. Modern day miracles where you turn a regular piece of paper into money. Whee! It cost me a goodly bit but it was worth every last penny. I'll happily eat ramen for a week (I don't have to) just to have this burden lifted off my back. Thanks, Jason!

and the flowers and the trees spewing their sinus attacking pollen all over the bloody place. I expect my sinuses to go haywire in the South but here? In what's essentially a desert? I can't put make-up on because half way through the day it smears under my eyes making me look all emo. I look all emo anyway, what with looking like I'm about to cry all the time. Don't get me started on the sneeze machine that is my nose.


AAAAACCCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Nala and I are going to see the Pompeii exhibit at the Natural History museum today. He's never been to Balboa park and it's been years since I have, so it should be a nice time. It's a lovely day for being outside, it'll be fun to step away from the boxes we sit in front of and out of the box we live in.

Tonight we're doing a sim opening for Delora Starbrook. That'll be a lot of fun this evening.

Nala got up to fix the coffee this morning and noticed the filter we'd removed from the kitchen faucet was back on and the water pressure was back to normal. Turns out the maintenance man got the apartments messed up, he was supposed to have gone to B, not D, to fix another tenant's shower faucet.

I found this out when I stopped in to tell the managers about what we'd discovered. It explained to them why the other tenant called to complain about still not having water pressure in her shower. Heh.

Tonight I came home, went to open the screen door and it was locked. "Huh", I thought to myself, "That's odd, I don't ever lock this door." I unlock it and go to unlock the front door..."Wtf? The deadbolt's locked on this door too?" *blinks and mind starts racing*

I leave after Nala every morning. We walk out different doors. He wasn't coming home between work and class today. When I left this morning, I locked the doorknob, like I always do. I didn't lock either of the deadbolts, I never lock those two locks. I come home and both are locked. Who the hell's been in our home?

I call the managers and I'm told that there was no maintenance done on the property today. No one with a key was here to do any work. It couldn't have been anyone that possessed a key. I think to myself, "Maybe Nala needed to swing by between work and class to grab something and locked everything back up." He didn't, I asked him when he got home.

So, someone's either lying from the property management company or someone's out there with a set of keys to our place that they don't know about. Nothing was missing or seemed out of place. This skeeves me even more. Who the hell was in our home? Why the hell wouldn't they have made a note which were locked and which weren't? I have to say I'm unnerved to no end and don't even know what to do right now. I have to somehow try and get some sleep knowing that someone has our house keys and could enter at any time.

I asked the property manager to change the locks if I found out that it wasn't Nala but that doesn't take care of feeling unsafe tonight.

I needed to let this out somewhere. If you read this, thanks for taking the time to. I'm really unnerved and shaken.

This is a quickie as I'm off to work. 1st week of work was a good start. I think if I play my cards right, I'll be a huge asset to the company and I'll be happy doing so. A lot of opportunity is mine for the taking.

Nala's birthday wasn't the greatest for him but I tried to make it as pleasant as possible.

The Dark Eden party was a blast.

Um, that's about it. Happy Monday!

Is there really a difference between the two? I checked the definitions of both words on www.dictionary.com and here's what they have to say:

blog (blŏg) Pronunciation Key
n. A weblog.

intr.v. blogged, blog·ging, blogs
To write entries in, add material to, or maintain a weblog.

jour·nal /ˈdʒɜrnl/ Pronunciation Key - Show Spelled Pronunciation[jur-nl] Pronunciation Key - Show IPA Pronunciation
–noun
1. a daily record, as of occurrences, experiences, or observations: She kept a journal during her European trip.

These seem like pretty much the same thing only in a journal they say it's a daily record. Now, I don't write daily in this thing so does that make me a blogger?

blogger

noun
a person who keeps and updates a blog

Journalizer

A person who keeps or makes entries in a journal

I guess it's really just a matter of choice in how one describes themselves. I do believe I'll go with journalizer. I just like the way it sounds; much better than blogger which sounds like blahgger, which is, well, blah.

I was waiting to find out when my start date was before posting the good news. I finally have it! I'm starting on...oh shit, April 1st! Please lord, tell me this isn't a joke. It wouldn't be funny at all. Ok, gonna try not to think about that. I'm just going to celebrate my new job.

My birthday was a blast! I went out with Nala, my brother, my sister in law and some friends of both mine and my bro's. Good times, lots of booze and a mild hangover were to be had. I got hit on by someone who thought I was in my 30s, bless him. When he asked me out for a date I told him I was committed. "Where's your bf then?" he asked. "He's probably getting me a card." At which point, Nala walked in with a card in his hand. "You called it.", said the would be pursuer. "I know my man." I beamed proudly.

The rest of the night was a blur. That's a good thing. Teehee!

It's not so bad being my age. I think I like 2008 already.

So, the agency that sent me on an interview this morning stated clearly that this would be a temporary to permanent position. I go in, interview and I'm told by interviewer that it's a temporary position for 2-3 months only. This does me no good and I've now wasted my morning on a dead-end.

I run home to change, call the agency and she's adamant that the requisition for the position states temp to perm. She's calling the HR dept to clarify. It seems like a great place and a job I'd be happy doing but I don't want to only be doing said job for 90 days max. Know what I mean? Soooo yeaaaah, we'll see.

P.S. The job I interviewed for last Friday wants me to come in and meet with a couple more people (presumably the admins) and they'll make their final decision after that.

What is your favorite guilty pleasure food?

Oh man, it's hard to choose just one. Hhrrrrmmmm. I'd have to say it's a really well prepared plate of hot wings. Can't find anywhere around these parts to save my life. Nom Nom Nom.

How did you end up in California again?

Really easy answer. After my separation from my ex, I went to GA. For six months I searched for a job. I hardly got any interviews and of those I did, none offered a position. I was about to be evicted and lose my truck when a friend of mine offered me a job back in San Diego. With nothing having panned out, I went home. I still really miss that loft I had, it was awesome.

Everyone has things they blog about. Everyone has things they don’t blog about. Challenge me out of my comfort zone by telling me something I don’t blog about, but you’d like to hear about, and I’ll write a post about it. Ask for anything: latest movie watched, last book read, political leanings, thoughts on tv, favorite type of underwear, stories I'm working on, travel, etc. Repost in your own journal so that we can all learn more about each other.

Hi folks! They liked me, they really liked me! So much so that they're scheduling an agenda of several interviews with key staff members this coming Friday. I haven't received the agenda yet but I understand the difficulties of putting together several people's calendars to all sync up.

Please keep the juju, prayers and good thoughts coming over the next week and thanks again!