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  <title>R&amp;R: Rachel &amp; Rants.</title>
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  <updated>2008-08-20T16:29:47Z</updated>
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    <title>The Truth.  Nothing more, nothing less.</title>
    <published>2008-08-20T16:29:47Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-20T16:29:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am going to be completely honest here.  &lt;br /&gt;I am not going back to school this semester.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Because I don't have time for it.  It's sad to say, but my job has been priority numero uno in my life as of lately.  I don't like that, but it has.  And, I even applied for another job to get away from the one I have now.  However, when the store manager called me back to schedule an interview, I did not have any free time during the day to go over there!  It's awful.  The only days off I ever really have is Sunday, and half the business are closed on that day.  I hate it.  I am trapped in too stressful a job that doesn't pay shit.  The only reason I'm really sticking with it there is just because I like the people I work with, and it's money, and I'm getting paid for it now.  If I were to quit it'd be a few weeks before I could get hired on at another job.  And I just simply don't have the money to do that.  I have bills and rent to pay, and there's just no way I could be unemployed for even just a week.  &lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm living paycheck to paycheck.  I even owe my mother 200 dollars for helping me out in getting my car fixed.  There's no way I could pay for all of my living expenses, plus go to college at the same time.  I'd have to take out a loan, and be even further in debt.&lt;br /&gt;So, who knows.  Maybe next semester I'll take out a loan.  &lt;br /&gt;But as of now, I'm just trying to make ends meet.  And it sucks.</content>
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    <title>At last..</title>
    <published>2008-08-13T04:31:29Z</published>
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    <lj:music>Dark Blue : Jack's Mannequin</lj:music>
    <content type="html">My love has come along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And his name is Justin.  We met through mutual friends back in October and hooked up the next month.  We've been pretty much together ever since.  There was a brief moment where he thought he could live without me.  Ha, yeah right.  That didn't last long.  Only about a week were we "single" and then the next Friday after we "split up," I ended up staying the night at his house and we were talking about how much he missed me, I missed him, yatayatayata.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right.  We're pathetic.  But we just like being together.  He's a slob, can't cook, sleeps in till 4, drinks beer and whiskey, doesn't exercise, procrastinates, is a mama's boy, and pushes me off his bed now and then.  And I love the guy.  Who the fuck would have thought that?  He has his flaws, I have mine (mind you, mine are few and far between), but we learn to accept them and just look at the good qualities we offer.  For example, he's a sweet guy I can be honest with, takes me out to eat, buys me all the alcohol I could ever want, made my birthday the best one yet, etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope someday in the future we can get even more serious.  I can see myself spending my life with him.  If he'd want to with me.  Of course, right now we have other things to preoccupy ourselves with too.  So, not right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday, perhaps.</content>
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