fucko_fuckington

school is over with. thank god. now i can consintrate on working to make some money. make money to go and party. go and party to have fun. thats the plan.
if i drink heavily it will all be better.
i love my new job. all i do is hang pictures and sell them. people ask my opinions on art work best suits them or theyre room. i tell them. if i'm not doing that i stand around and talk. thats it. my co-workers are all pretty laid back. i dont work tonight.
i slept until 2pm today.
i need to shower.
i'm really not feeling this place. i need to be somewhere else. i feel trapped here. somewhat claustrophobic. i can leave when i want. its not a prison. or maybe a minumal security one.
i will see how this winter goes. maybe, i'll pack my stuff and hit the road. i shouldnt spend it on alcohol. i should save a little so i can get to my next destination.
this little shindig on the 20th might be the last shibang. all is well.
i think i will go back to sleep. maybe i'll draw or go take some pictures.
right now i need for people to get off my back. they dont understand that some things are always better off if you just leave them alone. this thing just happens to be me.