Then as the day progressed, I got a phone call from a temp agency. They said they had a job from 6am till 2pm tomorrow that paid eleven bucks and hour. This was perfect because my plan didn't leave until 7:20 so i'd have plenty of time to back and make sure I was good to go. And all that money would be a huge help once I'm back home. Then I get a call back saying I need steel toed work boots for the job. Sadly the only pair I could get would be from Ashely's dad, and they are a size to small, which would kill my feet. So...I had to call and tell them I couldn't take the job.
So now...here I sit in the apartment...My last full day in Vermont turning out not nearly as bright as i was hoping for. I mean, it was my choice for me to go home, So I'm the one incurring all these consequences on myself. If I stayed here, hell I'm almost certain to have a job by now. It's the financially sound move to stay here. Hell I could even join a new aikido dojo just 15 minutes down the road.
But I made my choice, I needed time, I needed my friend, I needed space.
But in doing so, I might just be costing everyone i know money.












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Me-"So, what, my fries mean nothing to you now?"
Mom-"Your fries are dead to me."
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Ye daghain inde mordero, ye daghain a mordero an sul ami cuebiyar.
Ryle Hira
Tuck your chin; you're going to get hurt, so expect it and be ready; you may as well see it coming.
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Me-"So, what, my fries mean nothing to you now?"
Mom-"Your fries are dead to me."
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Avatar by raxasky (check out her gallery, it's amazing!) [link]
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"You alone can make my song take flight. Help me make the music of the night."-The Phantom of the Opera
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Ye daghain inde mordero, ye daghain a mordero an sul ami cuebiyar.
Ryle Hira
Tuck your chin; you're going to get hurt, so expect it and be ready; you may as well see it coming.
--
"You alone can make my song take flight. Help me make the music of the night."-The Phantom of the Opera
--
Ye daghain inde mordero, ye daghain a mordero an sul ami cuebiyar.
Ryle Hira
Tuck your chin; you're going to get hurt, so expect it and be ready; you may as well see it coming.
--
Me-"So, what, my fries mean nothing to you now?"
Mom-"Your fries are dead to me."
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