Every morning the first words out of my mouth should not be: OUUUUUCH! FUUUUCK! CHICAGO! But unfortunately I think my cat is teething or some shit. He is chewing anything and everything including but not limited to: my legs, my toes, my hair, my fingers, my arms, paper, boxes, hair bands, fake plants. He really does not do much dammage, its just his freaking claws that hurt so much when he grabs onto your head, legs, feet, or any part of the body. I'm hoping he is done all of this by the time it comes to move out. Funny thing is, I'm getting another kitten in the coming week so I'll have to deal with this all over again.
I handed out a bunch of resumes this weekend in hops of finding a full-time job before move in day comes. If I can do this, I can move out. If I have no luck, I may have to live at home leaving my roommates high and dry, which I really do not want to do. I am heading back to the city on Friday and hopefully finding a job then as well. I wouldnt even mind having two jobs just to be safe.
Listening to: Chorus of One by Strike Anywhere
Fact of the day: my legs still hate me.
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