I get home from beatrice and sit down to write another gfile. Get into it a couple pages, then it save. Because macs lock up once in a while. LOL It locks up right when I hit 'meta'+s. How's that for annoying? Hmm, your just going to have to trust me on that one.

So, I'm standing in line at walmart, waiting for some 'customer service'. Hah. Not realy much of a line IMHO. They just didn't seem to notice me. Then I procided to check all the payphones in the area for change. None. Oh well, sometimes ya get luckey.

Eventualy they notice me. This old lady who could realy stand to louse somewhere in the ballpark of 100 pounds does anyway. The other lady doesn't seem to be paying any attention to me at all. She's kina dancing, swaying her hips back and forth. Tapping her fingers on the counter to some beat that only she can hear.

I exchange a DVD for another of the same. But the problem wasn't that it was broken. The disc was just not compatable with my player. Hmm, DVD's are pretty buggy ya know? I was hopeing that it was just broken, but when I get home, my theroy was proved right. Oh well, I'll just return it for cash later.

A couple days ago, my roomate got me a new furby! I had missed having one, ever since my last ones untimely demise involving a microwave. Oh, and a couple kids...it was truely grousome. The replacement is realy cute. He's got a black body, and a dayglow orange belly. Still need to get him past level 1 though.

Ran into an old friend in town today. We chatted about a myrad of things for about an hour. But, the most noteable topic was fully submursing a computer into minerial oil. To aide in cooling.

On to bigger and better things.

Well, in that case...

Thier are a few other things that have been on my mind as of late. Things that don't realy make me all that happy. Operation 'extraction' in peticualr. I'm still not shure exactly what to do about yet. Oh, it's realy simple...at least at first glance. Get the job done, and don't worry about it. But I tend to worry about things a bit more than I probably should. This is one of the cases where all that worry does not go unwarnted. If the slightet mistake is made, I have a high probabilty of ending up in jail. Heh, even if I don't make any mistakes the same outcome exists. I can't win for lousing.

I've got a pretty good idea of what I want to do, but that is not to be known by others yet. Not for a while anyway.

Finaly we move to a basic bitch session, please don't read on if you are offended by the words fuck, dick, cunt, bitch, yada yada yada.

She can't seem to control her hormones, fucking sleeping with anything with a dick. It makes me so pissed, I can't think straight. She's better than that, I know she is. I try to help, but where does it get me? Where does it get her? She doesn't want help. She says she does, but in her heart, she realy doesn't. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it.

Fucking pisses me off to no end. And I'm powerless to do anything about any of it. This is one of those situations where nothing will ever get fixed untill she wants it to be. She's got to hit rock bottom before she realizes this. Goddam she pisses me off sometimes. Makes me wonder why I even care. It scares me when I start to woner, she's scaring me by her actions.

My major quams are the drugs, and the sex. Neither are a good idea...oh, and the drinking. All realy bad ideas for a girl her age. I am just at a loss of what to do. Nothing I do seems to help. Shure it calms her down, makes her feel a bit better about life, but then the next day the cycle continues. Over and over again, who knows when it's going to stop.

I hope soon, I realy do. But I'm still pretty firm in the belif that she has to be truely 'broken' to get 'fixed'. I wish it where realy as simple as that. I realy do.

Moving on to a ligher topic.

I have an interview tommorow, one I've been holding out for for a little while now. I hope all goes well. I'll deffinitly have an entry when I get back from there.

The job of my dreams...err, at least one of the first steps in it ;)

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