Open Letter-Freeloader

Dear _______,

Hello, its me-the one in the back bedroom. You may or may not recognize me. I am the one who pays to live here.

I apologize for not including your name. You see I don't know it, but I do know that you were in MY shower this morning. I think it was you, it may have been one of the others that use this apartment as community housing. How many of you were here this morning? 

I know this is your cousin's apartment, (Well actually I am not sure you are her cousin, but I will give you the benefit of the doubt.) but I am still unsure why that means that you are using MY toothpaste, and MY hand towel. You see your cousin pays to live here, but she isn't here. Why are you?

Oh! I see! You must have become close with the HAMSTER that lives in this apartment! I do apologize for being the one that caused it's relocation. Yes, it is still in the apartment but tucked away in a bedroom rather than in my front room.

I am writing this long after the other roommates have gone to bed. The front door is still unlocked though, because for some reason we are under obligation to leave it unlocked so that you can come and go as you please. 

You do realize that your cousin Lauren won't be here until Friday right? Oh! Oh you do? Okay. Well, while you are here do you mind washing the dishes since our dishwasher doesn't work?

Thanks,

Lori Jane (the new roommate in the back bedroom)

"Grandma its time I get on with my life"

So... I moved to Provo this week. Of course I left my computer at home, mom mailed it to me. Thanks mom you're the best!

 My roommates seem pretty cool- they are both UVU students. Oh I accidently went to an institute class for married couples. WHOOPS!!! That was awkward, not going to lie. 

I am still looking for a job. No Bueno. Karalee and Amy have been trying to help me. Keep your knees bent and your fingers crossed for me. 

love it!

you knew all along

You may or may not know: 

But I have been dating Spiderman for quite sometime. I did have a little affair with Superman one night, but Spidey has always had my heart. I think we are getting pretty serious.

Shred Quuen

My first job was when I was 16 and working for Uintah Care Center for $5.25 an hour. For three weeks I sat in the copy room and shredded papers that my supervisor went into "the dungeon" to get. (Later I found out that a "shred truck" comes out every six weeks.) Anyway, I felt pretty  it was pointless then, now I sit in my house day after day applying for jobs, sending out resume after resume. I still haven't heard anything from anyone. I feel like I am applying to a brick wall. 

lame. 

confession

here is my confession:

I think that the early to mid 1900s actually happened in black and white.  Funny because all of the year before and after were in color.