wholly shit I'm an editor next year.

I work at a nursing home I love to be at.

I still won't have money for a couple of months.

I got no girlfriend.

And I miss all my friends and family.

But life's pretty damn good.

Fuck stupid drunk hoes in my apartment not letting me sleep when I have to work 14 god damn hours the next day.

I'm moving in to my own place next year, fuck roommates.

what the fuck am i doing with my life?

i need to write more...

im so fucking lonely that i dont know what to do with myself anymore

Possessing the office for less than two months, President Obama has already ( Read more... )

blargle fargle

I'm addicted to booze, cigarettes, good people, good times,... and Wall E.

I've only seen it once but I'm pretty sure I'm going to make it my life mission to watcfh it as much as humanly possible.

I'm only being honest. 

So my summer has officially started. 
No Icky Intermediate Algebra until July.
Working six days a week at the Holly Foods as a chasier (come visit).

Hanging out with friends is fun (Couser, Jake, Allyssa, Phil, Jesse, Amanda and Ryan).

Pretty much, life is good. (minus cold weather and not writing for a long time).  

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I love Regina Spektor

I'm still sick - I think it's the flu. ick. I slept all day and have like 8 billion papers due. Gah.

Bang bus is damn funny. Too funny. Helps to pass the time.

I'm super worried about everything but I have no idea why.

And I still haven't finished my fucking stories. I need a set of balls for real.