greydoe (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} greydoe) wrote,@ 2008-01-08 02:45:00 |
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I can't believe it's been this long...
Cripe I wait a long time between posts! I'm sure my fans are all clammouring for the next entry! lol Shit...
I'm still working for PokerStars, only now am a 2nd-line manager. Heaven only knows how any of this happened, but here I am. "Here," by the way, is Costa Rica. I moved here in April of 2007 when the retarded USA government decided to try to squash whatever it doesn't understand. Since they've tried that, we've quintupled in size. :)
I now live in a big house in a noisy 3rd-world country, that happens to be more full of waterhead miracles than even the USA - and that's hard to do! But they pay me a lot of money to be here, and I have enough creative freedom in the job to keep work interesting, if hectic. The ironic thing about working, I've always found, is that having money usually means you don't have time to do anything with it. Here in Costa Rica, it's even more extreme than that: I have money and there is nothing in this god-forsaken country that I *want* to do. Still, it's nicer to have it than worry about getting it, so I can't complain too much. Now that *is* new, isn't it?
I still haven't spoken with my sister, since that fateful day where she told me she had to *work* for what *she* has. Very very ironic. I am now making fully twice, if not more, than she ever did, but still haven't developed the attitude toward it she did. That's comforting, in that it emphasizes our differences. I like that.
I don't know exactly when it happened, but sometime between September of 2006 and Christmas that year, my mom died. My sister didn't bother to let me know - surprise, surprise. Nor did either of her two waterheads. I don't miss my sister or her kids, and the only lament is that I never really had parents. If I get the least bit sentimental about my mom, I simply have to remember how mean she was, and it goes away.
Sedentariness (sp?) is still my way, even though I bought a stationary bike some months ago. Used it regularly for the first month, and then the craziness of the holidays happened and I've yet to get back into the swing of using it. I don't have any resolution for 2008 - doing that is just not, I think, ever conducive to actually carrying anything out.
One of these days i should gripe about this stupid country, but not tonight. It's a quarter to three in the morning, and I hadn't intended to write anything here at all. A friend wrote and said she'd read my journal, and since I couldn't remember what I said, I came over to read, not write.
Maybe another day.
Cripe I wait a long time between posts! I'm sure my fans are all clammouring for the next entry! lol Shit...
I'm still working for PokerStars, only now am a 2nd-line manager. Heaven only knows how any of this happened, but here I am. "Here," by the way, is Costa Rica. I moved here in April of 2007 when the retarded USA government decided to try to squash whatever it doesn't understand. Since they've tried that, we've quintupled in size. :)
I now live in a big house in a noisy 3rd-world country, that happens to be more full of waterhead miracles than even the USA - and that's hard to do! But they pay me a lot of money to be here, and I have enough creative freedom in the job to keep work interesting, if hectic. The ironic thing about working, I've always found, is that having money usually means you don't have time to do anything with it. Here in Costa Rica, it's even more extreme than that: I have money and there is nothing in this god-forsaken country that I *want* to do. Still, it's nicer to have it than worry about getting it, so I can't complain too much. Now that *is* new, isn't it?
I still haven't spoken with my sister, since that fateful day where she told me she had to *work* for what *she* has. Very very ironic. I am now making fully twice, if not more, than she ever did, but still haven't developed the attitude toward it she did. That's comforting, in that it emphasizes our differences. I like that.
I don't know exactly when it happened, but sometime between September of 2006 and Christmas that year, my mom died. My sister didn't bother to let me know - surprise, surprise. Nor did either of her two waterheads. I don't miss my sister or her kids, and the only lament is that I never really had parents. If I get the least bit sentimental about my mom, I simply have to remember how mean she was, and it goes away.
Sedentariness (sp?) is still my way, even though I bought a stationary bike some months ago. Used it regularly for the first month, and then the craziness of the holidays happened and I've yet to get back into the swing of using it. I don't have any resolution for 2008 - doing that is just not, I think, ever conducive to actually carrying anything out.
One of these days i should gripe about this stupid country, but not tonight. It's a quarter to three in the morning, and I hadn't intended to write anything here at all. A friend wrote and said she'd read my journal, and since I couldn't remember what I said, I came over to read, not write.
Maybe another day.
