JTT

One fall day sometime in 7th grade my mother woke me up to tell me we were going to a meet and greet. Who was this amazing meet and greet with? Ooh just



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JTT

Not an actual diary entry but prob my most prized possession of those years.


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I think I'm terrified

I leave a week from today to start my new job training. I will be a manager at a restaurant. In order to be a manager at this restaurant I have to go to Dallas for 5 weeks. In order to become a manager at Cubby Bear they said "do you want to be a manager?" i said "yes" That is the end of the story.

I am beyond excited for this job. I have been so bored forever. But months and months and honestly prob years ago Jake and I decided we wouldn't do this long distance crap again. The first few years we dated we figured it out that we saw each other a total of 3 months in like two years. I said I'd never do it again.

The weird thing is it's not for Jakes job, it's for mine. I am the one that is leaving him. He has to stay and guard Haylie dog. He has to pay our bills. He has to buy the groceries. I am the one that will live out of hotels.

I really can't compare my new job with his life on the road. It isn't even comparable. I won't be in a new city every night. I won't be fighting off the sluts (I'm assuming he did. With a bat. He is way hot. If not I will go back and hit him with a bat).

I will be in a nice hotel for 5 weeks. Actually two hotels due to the Superbowl. Even though I really don't care about football it would be way cool to live in Dallas if the Bears were in the superbowl and the superbowl is in Dallas. I'm assuming some people I know will be there.

Originally Jake had to visit me once. I thought I'd be gone for 4 weeks. But if it's 5 weeks, he will visit me at least twice (and maybe more if he wants to drive his ass to Texas).

So in conclusion, this is what we used to look like

That hair is the most embarrassing part of my life EVER

 Eyeliner contest

 I'm still ok with this and always will be

Things changed a little

On our way to the poor house

I hate being poor. Luckily now that we are poor I realize how god awful I am (was. I'm cured) with money. Finding boxes and boxes full of shoes I've never worn is depressing. I always justified it because I don't buy designer and they'd only cost me like $20-$30. Unfortunately times that by 100 and I was prob better off buying the designer stuff thats actually comfy and I'd wear.

So to ebay I've gone. Selling it all. For 99 cents. My precious shoes are about to be gone. I don't know how we will play dress up (me and friends. Jake hasn't played dress up with me in weeks).

It's the beginning of Friday night. I'm cleaning will listening to Glee. Actually I was doing that. Now I'm blogging while listening to Glee while Robot Downey Jr cleans for me.

Saw a new Roomba at Costco that I need. You can schedule it to clean at specific times. And it goes back onto its charger by itself!

Maybe I should pay my bills first. I keep telling Jake we are about to lose our house because we are so broke. Cause in my head I will still be jobless in a few months and we will have blown through our savings. I think we are safe for a few months.

Worst case scenario Jake can become a hooker. I think I'd make a good pimp

A wild day at the best place on earth

Lighting a bong maybe????? (side note. never smoked in my life)

 bff

Getting rich

I have this goal this year. Make 100 grand. That's not counting Jake's contribution. That's me. Somehow I have to make $100,000. Now at my salary this is impossible. But I will push myself. I will bartend even when I am exhausted. I will do whatever it takes to (legally and not grossly) make $100,000.00. I have less than 6 months to make a whole lot of money. I am infatuated with my job. I am obsessed. I like to work. I am not working this weekend. But that is ok. I will find fun things to do to pass the time.

I have always wished I could have the same days off as the hot hubby. Our schedules give us horrible hang out times. But I've had them this weekend. And he went outside to hang w my bro. Hang w my old neighbor. Hang with the new neighbors who speak no english. I'm not complaining. Don't take this the wrong way. I could have said, "Hey Jake, why don't you hang out with me?"  If that were the case, I wouldn't have finally been able to give this place the deep clean it needed, couldn't have watched all these episodes of Desperate Housewives I've been dying to watch. Couldn't have made him go rent me "The Runaways" from Redbox. And then couldn't have watched it on my computer cause I was too lazy to get out of bed to watch it on the slightly bigger tv we have in the living room.

Also we saw Inception this am. Then argued about the ending. How unique are we?

Great dancing

Ok it's awkward enough to do karaoke but why do you have to do an akward dance along with it? It's not like a full dance routine so it's just something you thought up spur of the moment. It makes me uncomfortable. Your bad voice isn't doing anything to help this awkwardness.

Tonight was the slowest starting night in the history of the world. You know your night is going to be interesting when it starts with tornado sirens going off in Wrigleyville. I kept picturing a tornado touching down inside the park and then tearing through the front. Would have been the coolest thing I ever saw. I'm assuming it also would have been the last thing I ever saw.