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Saturday, April 26, 2008

Cursed Sleep,

does bad luck go on for seven years? Sheesh.

I was in an accident tonight and my new car is no longer new. Damn. I thought I was scraping by, and this year so far has proven that shit continues to happen. My problem: I am way too idealistic and too romantic for these times. Life keeps beating me down.

Nobody was hurt. I'm looking for a second job on the weekends - they might take me back at the bookstore, and since I loved that job anyway, I'm perfectly okay with the idea of the extra work. Well, maybe not perfectly. I'm angry that one full-time job alone can't support me. I've cut back on so many things, and now this. The struggle continues. WILL IT EVER END? Will something nice ever happen to me? EVER?

Damn. I'm so tired of life's beatings, and jeez, I'm a smart, funny, kind person. I'm fed up. Life just isn't working out.


Blogger matty said...

My Sweet Ing, I know it seems so bad -- but accidents happen every day to all of us. It wasn't so bad! And, all from that will work out! We just need to get it tow'd to a place with which you feel comfortable and we shall!

Life gives us so many challenges -- I don't think luck has much to do with it.

And, you're quite blessed with the love and support of many.

And, I can only count a few who have the blessing of financial stability -- and they are no happier or have an easier road than us.

It is going to be OK and the clouds do lift (and have) on many days for you and me.

I love you as do so many.

You are NOT alone.

Lean and push forward. That is what we all do to survive! ...and you are quite strong!

8:49 AM

Blogger sage said...

Sorry about your car and the licks life keeps giving you... May you find that extra job, but more importanly, may you find peace. I think I'd love to work in a bookstore.

9:42 AM

Blogger ginab said...

life needs to go for a jog.

i'm sorry you must pile on the work to live in that shiney american city. when I lived in London (Boston, Atlanta) I always had two + jobs. Of course you'd think an education...but we're women.

we are.

beautiful tits and all.


you'll be okay. there are other companies with like posts that pay more.

10:58 AM

Blogger josh williams said...

Every dog has its day ing and yours is coming, baby steps maybe but keep the chin up! Think of your Karma and then consider a politician.
I fear you were not bleased with the gift of being a sociopath, so life is a little harder on those with a conscience. Just let it go...Ain't it easy to offer advice? My best JW

6:47 PM

Anonymous Anonymous said...

See, you are loved, and that is a good, good thing. I believe things are looking up even when they're down.

I hope I don't sound like a warm hearted greeting card.

Just know it'll all be okay.

Miss S

9:15 PM

Blogger ing said...


You're right, it wasn't so bad, but it is bad that it's going to cost so much (please don't ask, though). So long, Paris. I'm inquiring about a room in T's house and exploring my options. Which, it would suck if you moved to SF and I moved to the E Bay.

You know, I don't really believe in luck. Not good luck, anyway. I'll explain in a later posting, coming up! I do believe in the blessings you mentioned, and as of right now, I couldn't agree more.

Still, I wouldn't mind having a pile of money. The stupid clouds may lift, but they've been hanging around too long for my taste.

I'll keep fighting, but man, I'm sick of fighting!



Booksellers (and buyers) have the best job in the known universe. Which is why they stick around long after the money runs out. Who in their right mind doesn't love a dusty old book store?

Someday I dream of opening my own store. It will have a high dark blue ceiling hung with crystal chandeliers, and it will be dusty.

And I may find peace after I move.



Life needs to jump off the Golden Gate Bridge (to land in a boat full of men), if you ask me. I know you don't agree, but I still like that story.

And I know, I know, we are women. Isn't progress awesome?!



Did you just call me a dog?!?!

Seriously, though, thank you. You're a really great kid, Josh from Indiana.


Miss S:

Okay, I'll just know. I can feel you patting my hand. Which is really nice, but please understand that I don't like you in that way, but I encourage you to be true to your feelings. It's just, I'm straight.

(Just kidding - thanks, Miss S. Let's check out the voodoo store someday soon. Oh, and thanks for the link.)

8:53 PM


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