Yee Haa. Second day in a row that I remembered to write, off to a good start I think. My roommate moved out today. The fool is a waiter and will be his whole life, but decided without telling me when we signed our lease again that he wants to move to Florida. I think it all stems from his Spring Break visit, probably thinks there will be slutty girls in bikinis everywhere all year. What a little boy. How old are guys when they finally grow up? 30 maybe? Anyway he still has to come back to clean the room which smells like cat piss, take the girlie posters off the wall, and decomtaminate the floor. I think I'll paint the room Champagne Sparkle......Hate my job still, how can one work so hard and be dedicated to a company and then be verbally abused when the bitch boss comes in and questions every little thing I do as if sacrificing my breaks and lunches (which wouldn't make my doctor very happy) wasn't a sign of my hard work. I HATE THAT PLACE. Everyday when I get home from work I check all the best job websites that I have listed in my JOBS favorite folder, and then once you find the perfect one you have to fight your way through I'm sure, hundreds of resumes. It's hard when you know the job is perfect for you, you have all the skills and would kick ass at it. BLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!