God that movie looks like a piece of shit.

Okay so what's going on with the Don-master lately?

Well my parakeet Murphy died this morning. That made me pretty upset. Anna seems to talk twice as much now. She's been screaming at me all morning and even Ozzy Osbourne can't drown her out. Mom cried in the bathroom at work today she was so broken up over it. I didn't cry, but it did kind of throw me off all day ...

I had an interview with Blockbuster this afternoon at 1pm, so I walked 20 minutes, took the 11:20 train and arrived at 12, walked from the station to the store which took an entire hour, had a half hour interview, walked an hour back and arrived at the station around 2:30, then waited for the 3:50 train. Then I arrived at the Newtonville station at around 4:15 and walked home. I got here at 4:50. It has been ONE HUNDRED DEGREES. ALL. DAY. I spent nearly four hours doing nothing but walking around in black fucking slacks and dress shoes that are too small for me. My feet are covered in blisters and my legs hurt like a motherfucker.


On Thursday I have my training day at the Stop and Shop deli from 10 until 5. But it's exactly the same as the Shaws' deli which I worked at for six months about four or five years ago so it should be boring, uneventful, long and boring. And boring. At least I get paid. I think.

I wrote a bunch of stuff about Jacey in here just to get it off my chest - hence comments about it. I was upset and wanted to talk about it. I really didn't expect HIS friends to come read it but they did and now I'm kind of annoyed they're all up in our business but it's my fault so blah. Now he's mad at me for writing about it. I can't win.