Before I start with anything else, let me highlight something about the title of my post: I know this poem is not Shakespeare's, like most people tend to think (for some odd reason). The author of the original text is Veronica Shoffstall and it was written when Mr. Shakespeare was long gone.
Back to my life, I was shocked to realize it's been a month already since my last post. It's just been super busy, super hectic, super... astrological hell.
In a nutshell, we're still dealing with our roommate drama, I quit one of my jobs because I hated my project manager (to a point that I considered suing the company, and I would have a case, it's just not worth the extra headache), and I am job hunting again for extra income. Over the past week I've felt a little better and it seems like it's increasingly getting better. I'll keep hopes up :)
Other than that... not much has been going on. My dear stalker is still around, glad to know she misses me. I will get to her one of these days... One of the reasons I didn't post anything before was because I did not want to write yet another post nagging about how nasty my life was being.
I need to get some time to check out what's been going on in the blogosphere... been more of a Twitter person lately. I actually need to get some time for everything lately.
Oh, boyfriend and I have just started going on a diet. We'll see. My goal is to lose around 40lb (believe me, I'm not overreacting), I just hope Thanksgiving doesn't get in the way.
Also, I have a new hairdo. I've cut my own hair since I was 11, I liked how this chanel style turned out, I just need to get it fixed on the back... the layers are kinda screwed up (very hard to cut layers on the back of your own head, specially short sized ones). I'll leave a picture for comments ;)