Tuesday Sep 13, 2005

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I'll stop whining when I stop being broke, unemployed and out of food. Things are not looking good and by not good I mean rock bottom. I'm probably going to have to either ask my parents for money or start panhandling. Clearly there is something wrong with me. Theres something in my face or voice that tells employers not to hire me.

How did I end up here? What the fuck am I doing? What the fuck am I going to do? Why are my boxcutters in storage?

PS. Will someone please fix LA? I want to log onto myspace
shal:
Every time you post on the boards, it looks like your avatar there is peeking out looking at your words.

It's amusing to me.

That sucks about your financial situation. I hope you find some less-shitty potential employers soon.

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