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Hehe...and all I wanted was the license to practice law!?!?
Hey, Rob: Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die. : )

I use this journal as an outlet, but occasionally there are things even I think are too much to put in here. To solve this problem, I have a private group that I may put entries within. For those who have the info, feel free. For those who do not and know me well enough to have the info - email me and I will send the password to you.

The basics that I feel okay about writing publicly are these: I am no longer working for the office in Santa Moninca. Rather, I am back with my last position until I find another permanent position. The details are what I will not specify here; partially out of professional courtesy and partially because I make it a point to never curse on here.

The bright thing about this week? Rob got into the LAPD Academy. He begins on my birthday - pretty cool present, if I do say so myself. He is stoked, of course. I think he is having a difficult time believing it is really happening; he hsa been looking to do this almost his entire life. Kudos to him for sticking to it and doing something about it.

Okay, I am frustrated, so I am off to write the next entry...

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2005-01-18 4:48 PM Oh, good God. Previous Entry :: Next Entry Mood: so many emotions, so little room Read/Post Comments (0)	Hehe...and all I wanted was the license to practice law!?!? Hey, Rob: Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die. : ) I use this journal as an outlet, but occasionally there are things even I think are too much to put in here. To solve this problem, I have a private group that I may put entries within. For those who have the info, feel free. For those who do not and know me well enough to have the info - email me and I will send the password to you. The basics that I feel okay about writing publicly are these: I am no longer working for the office in Santa Moninca. Rather, I am back with my last position until I find another permanent position. The details are what I will not specify here; partially out of professional courtesy and partially because I make it a point to never curse on here. The bright thing about this week? Rob got into the LAPD Academy. He begins on my birthday - pretty cool present, if I do say so myself. He is stoked, of course. I think he is having a difficult time believing it is really happening; he hsa been looking to do this almost his entire life. Kudos to him for sticking to it and doing something about it. Okay, I am frustrated, so I am off to write the next entry... Read/Post Comments (0) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top
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