Oh, hey. Look at that. I'm moving out of my house after all. [Though maybe not moving up in the world.]
I just "borrowed" my mom's convertible so I could drive in to work (at the store, not at the camp) and pick up a few things. It was nice. I'm so sunburned from today, but now that the sun is going down it's getting cooler out, and that air felt really nice on my skin as I drove.
I pulled into the store parking lot and walked inside, and two of my managers were waiting for me, standing by the service desk with the on-shift cashier.
"Who car that belong to?" asked one manager (who doesn't speak very good English, and has an interesting accent).
"It's my mom's, not mine," I laughed.
"Oh," said my other manager, letting her arms fall from the crossed position they'd been in. "We thought that maybe you'd just moved up in the world, or something."
"Please," I scoffed. "Not with what you pay me."
Nothing but love in that workplace, obviously. Nothing but love.
I bought myself a new comforter for my bed. It's nifty! Striped lime green, navy blue, light blue, with a little bit of purple and white. I figure hey, I deserve it. It's my celebratory present to myself.
What am I celebrating? My friends and I got the townhouse. We're moving in around mid-August. L-Wood, here I come (whether I'm ready or not, really).
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Go read this story. An ongoing co-write between me and Audrey T. Green Day, Tre/OC fic, and our response to trying to twist a cliche.
I'm going to be whoring out this story for a while. You all should probably just get used to that. I mean, it's not like I'm a known story whore anyway, or anything like that...
I pulled into the store parking lot and walked inside, and two of my managers were waiting for me, standing by the service desk with the on-shift cashier.
"Who car that belong to?" asked one manager (who doesn't speak very good English, and has an interesting accent).
"It's my mom's, not mine," I laughed.
"Oh," said my other manager, letting her arms fall from the crossed position they'd been in. "We thought that maybe you'd just moved up in the world, or something."
"Please," I scoffed. "Not with what you pay me."
Nothing but love in that workplace, obviously. Nothing but love.
I bought myself a new comforter for my bed. It's nifty! Striped lime green, navy blue, light blue, with a little bit of purple and white. I figure hey, I deserve it. It's my celebratory present to myself.
What am I celebrating? My friends and I got the townhouse. We're moving in around mid-August. L-Wood, here I come (whether I'm ready or not, really).
--
Go read this story. An ongoing co-write between me and Audrey T. Green Day, Tre/OC fic, and our response to trying to twist a cliche.
I'm going to be whoring out this story for a while. You all should probably just get used to that. I mean, it's not like I'm a known story whore anyway, or anything like that...
Posted on June 23rd, 2009 at 03:26am
I re-read the first chapter. It's all that whoring out you're doing. Congrats on the town house! Just tell yourself you aren't going up yet cause the elevator is undergoing maintenance or something.
TheFountainhead, June 23rd, 2009 at 09:12:06am
Hooray for you on the townhouse. :]
MaryJulianna, June 23rd, 2009 at 08:12:40am
Congrats on the townhouse. The comforter you got sounds like the one I have only mine has brown instead of purple, I like purple better.
rumbleroar, June 23rd, 2009 at 04:02:47am
Hmm..yeah, I'll read. Great writing.
Change, June 23rd, 2009 at 03:31:57am