Well, its approximately 9 months later and Im still alive. Im still with the same guy, I still live at home, I have pretty much the same friends. I think the only thing that has changed really is my job. I moved from being a telemarketer to my current job of being a tech support rep for stupid people who break their internet. Dont get me wrong, I like my job for the most part and everything, but the people who call in are so stupid *sigh*. I swear there are somedays that the only thing that gets me through the day are joking about the stupid callers with my co-workers.
I dont have much to bitch about this evening, I've actually got a few things to look forward to. My birthday is in one week (June 26th). I'll be a whopping 22 years of age (wow Im certainly getting up there). My friends and I are going out this Sunday for my birthday because we're all off on Sunday. I start my new shift at work on Monday and then I've got Tuesday/Wednesday/Thursday off. Its gonna be sweet.
Time for bed, tomorrow I will most likely be around to bitch about something or another.
{Friday, June 20}
