Rejected

I have just been informed that I did not get the Furniture Sales position at Crate & Barrel.

"I'm calling to inform you that we have made a decision regarding the position you interviewd for here at Crate & Barrel. The competition was fierce, with eight very well-qualified applicants. I'm sorry, but we can not offer you a position at this time."

Blah. Blah. Blah.

Everything happens for a reason, I suppose.

Luckily, I already have a job at Whole Foods, where I start on Tuesday. Hopefully I don't do anything to fuck that up.

Until then, it's party time.

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My Name is Eric, and I'm a Homosexual

After sleeping in til about 2:30 this afternoon, I managed to get my shit together and head to Longmont. I have been going there every week for a while now, due to the fact that I have been unemployed and broke; Mom's been giving me money to live, and that requires a visit.

I finally pulled into Longmont on the bus at about 5:45, spent my last $7 on coffee and cigarettes, and waited for my mom to pick me up.

You see, several times a week, my mom and her boyfriend go to NA meetings. They are recovered addicts, obviously. Every so often I decide to tag along, for various reasons. All of which include scamming on attractive "bad boys."

I haven't been to a meeting in quite some time, so I figured I was due for one. Especially considering my recent extra-curricular activities, not to mention the fact that I have had zero guys in my life recently. So, I went.

And I was rewarded the moment I stepped in the room. Sitting right by the door was this total cutie. He was just my type:

-Short, dark hair.
-Clear skin.
-Tan complexion.
-Tattoos, all over both arms, and a few peeking out the collar of his shirt.

All that was missing was a few inches, of height. Keep you mind out of the gutter, ladies.

The whole hour-long meeting I was wondering if he was gay or not. There were several things to make me think yes, yet several things that made me doubt it. My mom and I made comments to each other periodically, and both of us were leaning toward 'mo.

At the end of the meeting, I kept my eyes on him. When he headed outside for a cigarette, I quickly ditched my mom and followed him outside. I was on the hunt. I asked the group of smokers for a light, and he whipped his matches out quicker than lightning. We made some small talk, and then he left. That's it.

I was intent on coming back next week, with the hopes of seeing him again. Then I remembered that I have training at Whole Foods, and will most likely not be able to come up.

Oh well, it was nice while it lasted.

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Desperate Housewife, No More

Ladies and Gentlemen, brace yourselves!

I, after having been unemployed for the past 8 weeks, have gotten a job.

Where, you ask? Whole Foods. Not the most glamorous job in the world, but it's a job nonetheless.

Also, I have an interview at Crate & Barrel on Tuesday. I don't want to jinx myself, but I am pretty sure I have that job in the bag.

Hopefully I can work all of this out to the best of my advantage. I need money.

Wish me luck, kids.

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High Blood Pressure

Do you like the salt, dear?

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War Cries

Fun with fire!

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Honest Hour Gone Wild

WARNING: The following blog was written while heavily under the influence of Arbor Mist.

Arbor Mist and Honest Hour are not a good mix.

Arbor Mist makes me emotional; it makes us "misty," if you will.

All in all, I only have one or two things to say.

Mom, I thank you for being a recovered addict. I thank you for traveling the road of addiction for me. I thank you for showing me what comes from being an addict. I thank you for choosing drugs over me. I thank you for letting me go to live my father. I thank you for letting me come back to live with you. I thank you for giving me the freedom and unsupervised time I needed. I thank you for trying to be a "parent." I thank you for going to rehab. I thank you for making me cry. I thank you for hurting me. I thank you for all the hurt. I thank you for making it better. I thank you for being there for me. I thank you for teaching me. I thank you for being the parent you were, not the parent you thought you should be. I thank you for loving me. I thank you for not judging me. I thank you for truly being the best parent in the whole entire world. I LOVE YOU! I don't know what I would do, or where I would be, without you. You are the very best.

Also, to my BFFs, I love you too. I feel your hurt. I feel your pain. I feel your trauma. If I could, I would take all your pain and hurt and trauma away.

My mother and my BFFs are my life.

I would not be where I am if it had not been for all of you.

Never forget, I LOVE YOU!

♥