The Stalking Socks

So I realize that I’ve pretty much abandoned this Tumblr.

All I ever did on here was bitch and occasionally post something that I feel strongly about and proceed to bitch about that.

I made a public Tumblr that everyone I know in real life has access to, including my family… so I don’t post on there that I am pansexual. I don’t reblog photos that my friends post of highly attractive women, because I don’t want my mother asking questions I’m not ready to answer.

Granted, many of my friends that do follow me on my public Tumblr know that I have an attraction to all genders, but if my parents happen to stumble upon it… I dunno.

/shrug.

POINT IS. I have a new Tumblr, and there are several people on here that I don’t speak to anymore because this was the only way I could speak to them. ><

If you see this, feel free to follow me on my new Tumblr. I miss you all bunches. <3

http://thepinkavenger.tumblr.com/

I think I’m going to start keeping a private journal.

Like, written. In pencil. In a notebook.

Because all I ever do on here is bitch.

And whenever I try to talk about my goals and aspirations and desires to quit smoking on, say, Facebook, I either get reamed on, bitched at because I failed to quit, or otherwise ridiculed.

What the fuck is the point of Facebook or even Tumblr if I can’t vent everything out that’s bothering me and get some God damned support?

Fuck this, I’m out. I’ll deal with all the fucking chaos in my brain and heart and soul on my fucking own.

Can I just cut out the part of my brain/heart/soul/wtfever that is starved for affection?

Because I’m always hyper-aware of when certain people pop online on Facebook, and it’s really starting to annoy the shit out of me. :|

Hear motorcycle - have minor heart attack.

Maybe some sick, twisted part of my brain (the one that’s starved for affection, y’know) hopes that Hunter or Bobby (the two assholes with motorcycles) have randomly come to my house to talk to me or something.

Ugh.

I seriously hate myself sometimes, y’know?

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I GOT THE JOB AT PUBLIX WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.

So, yesterday at work (Winn Dixie, direct competitor of Publix) FUCKING SUCKED. I was like “FUCK THIS GAME, I’m applying to Publix ASAP.”

So right after work, in full uniform, I go over to Publix and I’m like “Hi, I was wondering if I could talk to someone about getting a job here.” And the guy at the Service Counter took me over to the Kiosk and helped me out, and we joked about me being in uniform and all that.

Thirty minutes after I finish my application, thank the guy who helped me (who took my name and number to give to the Hiring manager who was on lunch at the moment), and went home, I receive a call from Will (the HM) and we joke about my being in full competitor uniform, and he’s like “Okay, so do you want to come in for an interview tonight at 9?”

So 9 rolls around, there’s a delay, we interview around 9:30, aaaaaand twenty five minutes later, I’m walking out of there joking and laughing with Will and the entire interview went AMAZINGLY and just asdlfjkasl;dfjka;sdkj. YEAH.

So today, I get a call. They want me to take a drug test. Hopefully smoking on 420 won’t FUCK ME OVER. I’m never smoking AGAIN. ‘Cause fuuuuuuuuuck that.

I just took my drug test and during the test, the lady was like “So you’ll be a Bakery Clerk at 8.50 an hour (which is almost an entire dollar more than I make at WD), and blah blah blah” So I was like “Does this mean I got the job?” And she’s like “No one told you? Well congrats!!!” 

slkfjal;sdkfjal;sdfja;sdjka I’m so excited.

OFF TO HAPPY CHINA WITH MY MOMMY WOOOOOOOOO.