January 24th, 2010

dreaming

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I really wish that I had friends here. I spend 40+ hours a week at work, come home, sit on the couch, talk to my dogs, sleep, and occasionally spend time with my parents. I can count on one hand the number of times I have hung out with someone since I've moved here. I can't really talk at work either because we're so busy and the only other person in the front office with me is a single 32 year old man who plays D&D... yeah, not much to talk about there. Ugh, I guess I'm just frustrated that I don't have anyone to talk to that isn't covered in fur

My mom is on my case because she's discovered (or rediscovered because I thought we already had this conversation) that my Burberry coat is missing. The last time I remember having it was in April in Atlanta. I remember hanging it in my closet but somehow, I don't have it anymore. There are numerous reasons as to how this could have possibly occured, but all of that aside, I am now minus one expensive coat and my mother has yet another thing to yell at me about.

I'm sick of this city, I want to move on. But once I move on I once again start the cycle over and reset for the next move.
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