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It seems as though lately I've been wandering aimlesly through life. I am generaly the kind of person that does well with constant change and being spontaneous, but this way of life is wearing on me a bit. It's not that I need to be comepletely stable, that can be pretty boring if you ask me. I enjoy a bit of a challenge, but constantly wondering when the next source of income will come is something I find harder to deal with everyday. I don't need much in life, coffee, cigarettes, music, and my sketchbook and some paint and I'm a happy camper. I've been through so many situations where I have had to learn to do without. The phrase "starving artist" isn't a fucking joke. But seriously, how long do I have to put up with this shit? I've been constantly applying to jobs and I'm really trying to find something, anything to keep my head above water for now. It just seems like everyone in this goddamn town thinks just because you have tattoos and piercings you are some sort of unpredictable or dangerous person, a satan worshiper perhaps, and therefore not job material. I'm so tired of those close-minded fucks, I am more dedicated and hard working than half of those uptight straight laced motherfuckers. Thank god I've got my best friend, (and as of Feb. 14th my most wonderful hubby!! Yes Little Miss Bullet tied the knot!) to keep me sane. He makes everything worth while. Someday soon we are going to leave this hell hole behind. Somedays I just wish we could get in the car and keep driving, I want nothing more than to watch this town fading away in the rear-view and to never return again. I think the deftones put it best "I dont care where, just far..."

.Bullet the Wanderer.