Rune-Writer

okay, so I don't even know if anyone is on here anymore {most people have migrated to tumblr, I know, I'm one of them} but I missed my dA and god, it was time to brush off the cobwebs and let people know I'm still alive, y'know? so I'm here, and I'm breathing, and life is fucked up but not in an unpleasant way. I have a job, for one--one which completely and utterly blows, but it still pays so that's what matters. protip: never work in fast food, bbs. it's not worth it. seriously. but work takes up a good chunk of my time now, since I tend to work closing shifts and that's usually when I would do my whole 'lurk around on the internet like a c

That isn't actually mine. Or maybe it is now? Who the hell knows; certainly not me. The past two days have exploded in my face, to put it bluntly. I won't get into everything that happened (I do that enough already) but the situation now is that I've... well, I moved out of my house. I'm living with my good bro Benny from now on. He and his mother were gracious enough to whisk me away from my less than desirable home and offer me what I'm basically considering a chance at a new life. There's no way in hell I won't take it. But really, the point of this was to say that since I'm living here now (it's still hard to get used to, it's really we

I just screwed myself out of a decent job opportunity because I didn't tell them what they wanted to hear. They gave me a behavioral assessment test that asked me a series of questions concerning hypothetical situations; they wanted me to pick the most logical reason for the course of action taken in each situation. The situations were whatever, but the options they gave me were either worded strangely or kind of ridiculous (or maybe I'm just an idiot--that's definitely always a possibility). I did my best with it, but as soon as the manager gave me that 'oh dear follow me into my office I have bad news' look I knew I'd shot it to shit. They