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Thursday, July 08, 2004

Steph and I found our apartment! Dawntree Apartments on Peter's Colony and Josey... They're nice and cheap, and nice inside too. One down-side: the fence on the patio isn't full... as in, there's a little walkway thingy where either a gate should be, or else it's just easy access for thieves and nosey neighbors... exciting. I can't wait, but I'm scared that I won't have the money for bills AND a life... Maybe I should find a new job... or at least a real one. Not an office job, mind you. Early hours never were my specialty. I have a hard enough time waking up in time for my 10 am schedule already. Blockbuster is actually giving me the most hours of everyone at the store: 37+ a week; almost full time. And thank goodness because I need the money.
Dustin's out of town this week... Something in Florida... I think he said AA. Should be back on Sunday, but I'm not sure that he wants to come back.
I don't know what my problem is. I like being with him, but this entire time has felt more like we're "hanging out" or "fooling around" than actually dating. We got in two mini fights last week, and he actually said he misses his ex... the one he called crazy and psycho... but she's better than me because I throw hissy fits when I'm drunk.
Tonight Alex was allowed to leave his house. His mom found him on the kitchen floor yesterday and thought he needed some fresh air or something. I took him errand running with me, then we met up with Steph for free food at Mac Grill. *drool* Oh yeah, free food and her company... because we could...
Later on Tyrell joined our brigade and we headed off to the dollar movies. Kill Bill vol. 2 kicks ass, especially when it only costs a dollar... fifty.
We dragged a drunk Morgan to "our" apartment complex, where I pointed out an overflowing dumpster (an omen?) and the radio played "Our House" by Madness. If you know the words, sing along
Father wears his Sunday best
Mother's tired she needs a rest
The kids are playing up downstairs
Sister's sighing in her sleep
Brother's got a date to keep
He can't hang around
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our ...


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