Once upon a time in a land far far away...
Okay, seriously my name is Isabella Jane Montgomery but most call me Isabel and very few call me Monty. I suppose I'm writing this as a dear diary type deal, except I don't have to worry about my little brother sneaking into my bedroom to find my hidden black book and breaking the lock to stick his dirty little nose in my business. No, I am sharing this with the world...or with you I should say. So, I would like to apologize in advance because you'll come to realize I'm a bit moody, have a quirky sense of humor and add in just a touch of nuttiness. So somewhere down the line when you are asking yourself, "self, why in the hell do I read this smut?" remember you were warned in advance.
Anyway, I'm 27 years old and my mother lives with me. No, I don't live with her. We have a very rocky relationship, she was/is an alcoholic and wasn't a very good mother. I have 2 sisters that were adopted out before I was born, and for whatever reason she kept me. She was back and forth with different men, treated me like shit, hit me a bit, never kept a job. Has never kept a job. People who know me always ask why I let her in my life and my answer is I really don't know, because it's the socially acceptable thing to do. "She's your mother for God's sake," they always said. A mother who sucks me dry and sucks the life out of me. I had surgery a few months ago, and she came to "help me out" and has been in my house for the last 4 months, 1 week and 4 days.
To my surprise, she's had this cleaning job for 6 months now. I don't know how she's managed to keep it, but she has. Her hours vary, but she always gets a pay-check. Do you know what she gives me for living here? NOTHING. Not a penny towards rent, or electric, or the water she used. Not a cent for food, and she doesn't buy food for the house either. She buys herself coffee because I don't drink it. I want her out of here, but I know if I tell her to leave she'll be out living in her car again. It must be nice to coast through life and not have to be responsible for yourself. I've been doing this on my own since I was 15.
Anyway, I am a massage therapist and I do like it but it's just not what I want to do for a living. I have my own practice, but I just applied for a job at the American Cancer Society as a C.R. (community representative.) I've been volunteering at this unit for 3 years now and I have an interview tomorrow. I am so excited and praying I get the job. I think my chances look pretty good, but I don't want to count my eggs before they're hatched, or whatever that analogy is. I'm so excited I already went out and bought work clothes since what I wear now is different than the dress code for that job. They're all hanging in the closet, tags still attached just waiting. 11 a.m. just can't come fast enough.
I am dating this guy named Andrew. He's pretty great, not my typical taste but great just the same. He has blond hair, hazel eyes, is tall with a nice build. He's got a very outgoing personality and I really like him. We've been dating for about 6 months now. We met through a mutual friend at a party and have been inseparable since, when our schedules will allow.
Anyway, wish me luck tomorrow! I can't wait!
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
New beginnings
Once upon a time in a land far far away... Okay, seriously my name is Isabella Jane Montgomery but most call me Isabel and very few call me Monty. I suppose I'm writing this as a dear diary type deal, except I don't have to worry about my little brother sneaking into my bedroom to find my hidden black book and breaking the lock to stick his dirty little nose in my business. No, I am sharing this with the world...or with you I should say. So, I would like to apologize in advance because you'll come to realize I'm a bit moody, have a quirky sense of humor and add in just a touch of nuttiness. So somewhere down the line when you are asking yourself, "self, why in the hell do I read this smut?" remember you were warned in advance.
Anyway, I'm 27 years old and my mother lives with me. No, I don't live with her. We have a very rocky relationship, she was/is an alcoholic and wasn't a very good mother. I have 2 sisters that were adopted out before I was born, and for whatever reason she kept me. She was back and forth with different men, treated me like shit, hit me a bit, never kept a job. Has never kept a job. People who know me always ask why I let her in my life and my answer is I really don't know, because it's the socially acceptable thing to do. "She's your mother for God's sake," they always said. A mother who sucks me dry and sucks the life out of me. I had surgery a few months ago, and she came to "help me out" and has been in my house for the last 4 months, 1 week and 4 days. To my surprise, she's had this cleaning job for 6 months now. I don't know how she's managed to keep it, but she has. Her hours vary, but she always gets a pay-check. Do you know what she gives me for living here? NOTHING. Not a penny towards rent, or electric, or the water she used. Not a cent for food, and she doesn't buy food for the house either. She buys herself coffee because I don't drink it. I want her out of here, but I know if I tell her to leave she'll be out living in her car again. It must be nice to coast through life and not have to be responsible for yourself. I've been doing this on my own since I was 15.
I am a massage therapist and I do like it but it's just not what I want to do for a living. I have my own practice, but I just applied for a job at the American Cancer Society as a C.R. (community representative.) I've been volunteering at this unit for 3 years now and I have an interview tomorrow. I am so excited and praying I get the job. I think my chances look pretty good, but I don't want to count my eggs before they're hatched, or whatever that analogy is. I'm so excited I already went out and bought work clothes since what I wear now is different than the dress code for that job. They're all hanging in the closet, tags still attached just waiting. 11 a.m. just can't come fast enough.
I am dating this guy named Andrew. He's pretty great, not my typical taste but great just the same. He has blond hair, hazel eyes, is tall with a nice build. He's got a very outgoing personality and I really like him. We've been dating for about 6 months now. We met through a mutual friend at a party and have been inseparable since, when our schedules will allow. Anyway, wish me luck tomorrow! I can't wait!
Oh I forgot, I just started back to school this month!! I'm doing one of those distance education things, racking up some student loan debt. :o)
Anyway, I'm 27 years old and my mother lives with me. No, I don't live with her. We have a very rocky relationship, she was/is an alcoholic and wasn't a very good mother. I have 2 sisters that were adopted out before I was born, and for whatever reason she kept me. She was back and forth with different men, treated me like shit, hit me a bit, never kept a job. Has never kept a job. People who know me always ask why I let her in my life and my answer is I really don't know, because it's the socially acceptable thing to do. "She's your mother for God's sake," they always said. A mother who sucks me dry and sucks the life out of me. I had surgery a few months ago, and she came to "help me out" and has been in my house for the last 4 months, 1 week and 4 days. To my surprise, she's had this cleaning job for 6 months now. I don't know how she's managed to keep it, but she has. Her hours vary, but she always gets a pay-check. Do you know what she gives me for living here? NOTHING. Not a penny towards rent, or electric, or the water she used. Not a cent for food, and she doesn't buy food for the house either. She buys herself coffee because I don't drink it. I want her out of here, but I know if I tell her to leave she'll be out living in her car again. It must be nice to coast through life and not have to be responsible for yourself. I've been doing this on my own since I was 15.
I am a massage therapist and I do like it but it's just not what I want to do for a living. I have my own practice, but I just applied for a job at the American Cancer Society as a C.R. (community representative.) I've been volunteering at this unit for 3 years now and I have an interview tomorrow. I am so excited and praying I get the job. I think my chances look pretty good, but I don't want to count my eggs before they're hatched, or whatever that analogy is. I'm so excited I already went out and bought work clothes since what I wear now is different than the dress code for that job. They're all hanging in the closet, tags still attached just waiting. 11 a.m. just can't come fast enough.
I am dating this guy named Andrew. He's pretty great, not my typical taste but great just the same. He has blond hair, hazel eyes, is tall with a nice build. He's got a very outgoing personality and I really like him. We've been dating for about 6 months now. We met through a mutual friend at a party and have been inseparable since, when our schedules will allow. Anyway, wish me luck tomorrow! I can't wait!
Oh I forgot, I just started back to school this month!! I'm doing one of those distance education things, racking up some student loan debt. :o)
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