My brothers alarm keeps on going off, and he's still not getting up. I'm all for hittin snooze, likesay, but I really wish he'd quit abusin the privelege.
I need a fucking job, stat. I can feel my mind wasting away. Playing the guitar and the ukulele all day is still really sweet and all, it just doesn't really bring in the funds I desire. Or, really, any funds at all.
I've noticed a good majority of the journal entires I make have three sections. I suppose it's just because it's a nice, round number... At what point after someone moves ought they not be homesick? I mean, is there some predetermined amount of time in which where you are should have become your home, or is it all just based on how comfortable you feel there?
I need a fucking job, stat. I can feel my mind wasting away. Playing the guitar and the ukulele all day is still really sweet and all, it just doesn't really bring in the funds I desire. Or, really, any funds at all.
I've noticed a good majority of the journal entires I make have three sections. I suppose it's just because it's a nice, round number... At what point after someone moves ought they not be homesick? I mean, is there some predetermined amount of time in which where you are should have become your home, or is it all just based on how comfortable you feel there?
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I need a job, too. Not very many places are hiring this time of year. Naps don't bring in the money I need to survive. Boo.