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Monday, September 28, 2009
Toto i dont think were in Kansas anymore...
I think its finally hit me that im growing into adulthood. Im not sure if i like it all that much. This weekend i had the house to myself and i felt extremely mature. I was in the house an fed before midnight, did some light cleaning then in bed by 12:30am. Of course my fam was spazing about me bein alone but i survived. My cell was turned off today...my mom usually pays it but i guess money is running low. Not having a steady income sucks. I used everything in my bacnk account to have it turned on TEMPORARILY! Everything is 45 dollars...an i still owe 51...ughh! How do you cope with the transition between childhood and adulthood? Especially when youve been sheilded from it all your life an someones cuttin it off cold turkey. I dnot mind workin either...i do mind uniforms and bad smellig jobs so that cuts out fast food. I like clothing stores...i applied to work at Justice. Not a lot of places near me...i would love a little boutique job...i could be a great coyote at our coyote ugly club but im not old enough. Hooters? I dont want to be tied to negative sterotypes about hooters girls not to mentin the pressure and looks id get from my family which treat it almost as stripping. I have been an escort girl once..an that was easy money, BUT the guy i went out with paid me for a reason. He was grossly large an sweated non-stop. I felt like people that saw us together thought i was some kind of whore and that was far from the truth. I was always worried id run into friends, family or friends of the family. I have real skills too though! I can type, i can watch kids! I can teach dance! Arghh...i dont wanna grow up. :(
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