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19 days later... this entry could go on forever. What a life I lead. Good lord. I have every reason in the world to be happy right now and glad to be alive - and every reason in the world to cry. Isn't it ironic? Good: I've been promoted (again) at work to the Sous Chef - as in, I own. As in - mass mula for the awesome culinary prodigy that is me. As in -- I am second in command in my kitchen - scheduling, shaking hands with customers, a fucking COOL coat that's pressed that has my name and title embroidered in it... and the list goes on. This is amazing. I swear, I'm gonna own this place one day at this rate. Good: I just finished my 3rd quarter of school and now - 3 left. I'm a 3.6 gpa average and have been offered a couple of scholarships - sweet ass. Good: Two of my very, very dear friends told me in privacy that they are to be married (!) next summer - which is fucking amazing. Another cool thing about this: I get to do the wedding cake. Hoowah! Good: I've managed to get to acupuncture appointments every thursday night - which has almost completely relieved me of migraines and a pinched nerve. I'm not waking up with headaches anymore - or having to pull over on the road to bury my head in a blanket and O.D. Very cool. Good: I'm gonna be interviewed and have a profile done for the Vashon newspaper in a couple of weeks declaring that I own at the resturaunt. Potentially bad and probably life threatening: Smoking level at an all-time high. Oi vay. Bad? - Broke up with Casey yesterday. sigh. *smoke smoke smoke* Kiiiinda sorta sucks: Now that I'm a sous chef - I have an estimated 6 zillian new responsibilities including hiring, food costing, paperwork and more hours. At the end of the week - I feel like I've been beaten Jesus-style. [good = the money is seductive and fucking GOOD] Overall - socially I suck balls, I'm a horrible friend and haven't responded really - to anyone. Danny, Krystal and folks: I still love you. I miss you - and I'm hereby declaring that I will try harder.. P.S. - Ladies (and even fellas') - go buy the book "Cunt - a declaration of independence" by inga muscio. It is so fucking good it makes me love the word "cunt" more than I already do, which is mind-boggling.
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