ryan hansen moving back to mokena. any thoughts?

ps- steve, i know you read this shit more than myspace, so here's my thank you for the dead guy ale that i recieved today. i will drink it sometime soon with much vigor and pleasure and drunken tenacity. systematical.

i've gone back down to carbondale... yippee... i know.. it was a day sooner than i thought it would be too... kinda sucks. kind of a lot. but now that my hair is cut and i'm trying to change my attitude/personality a bit, maybe i'll luck out with some shit job. just what i've always wanted.

PoeticFire666: who's this again? is this kyle ( Read more... )

i dont think you have as much financial debt or personal outright despair for life in general as i have. even though i'm in the shitty suburb known as "mokena" which i call "home" the only people i would feel sorry for in my death is my mother and my sister. nobody else could care that much about me. not even people that i have called friends for ( Read more... )

mo money, mo problems... i don't really want to go back down there... it's like i'm being forced to drive five hours to sit in some nasty public restroom for the next three weeks or so, unless i find a job or start doing something worth while. i gotta quit being stupid and start to grow up. oh how i loathe this. who knows if anything will change. ( Read more... )

actually, there's no heading involved any more. i was home friday night, and proceeded to drink for two evenings, and now it's 8.30 AM on a sunday and i'm wide awake (sort of) so i'm here for a week. if anybody wants to find me they know where i live. my computer restarted itself while i was writing the first draft of this post. if i didn't leave ( Read more... )

yeah, this is gonna be really short but i'm about ready to shoot myself down here. i miss everybody so much, even though i only ever really hung out with like three or four people back home that weren't gone for 90% of the year... oh well... julia got a letter sent... any body else that wants mail from me should send me their address on here or ( Read more... )

fuck shit damn ass. fuck this job. fuck corporations. fuck day to day life. i want to disappear. i wish i could freeze time when i held my breath. or fly. or do something crazy like that. instead i'm just working. and barely holding on with money. it sucks. i wish i had a lot of money, but as they say, wish in one hand shit in the other see which ( Read more... )

and what a rough landing it was... well here i am in the bowels of illinois working a shit job during shitty hours for 7.50 an hour. i have a pantry full of ramen noodles, but don't fret too much, people have been helping us along the way... some friends from new lenox came down and brought us a bunch of meat within our first two weeks, and there ( Read more... )

my friend brandi sent me this saying that she felt like "the bitch" that is written about... however she is anything but, though i do feel like the "nice guy" quite a lot. kinda sucks. oh well, we'll see where the next twenty years get me ( Read more... )