longblackbangs

I never owned a gun in my life, but if I did I'm sure the first thing I would do is accidently shoot myself in the fucking foot.

I have a sneaking suspicion that I have just cast myself into two years of regret by jumping to a conclusion and make a different attempt before giving the first attempt achance to work itself out...

The deal is: Unless I back out on my roommate (know that sounds mean but he would have a place to stay plus he only is staying there for 6months to a year), I am stuck going to Chico (for two years) when I really think things would work out better here in San Francisco. The past week has been real enjoyable due to the fact that I am getting out more, and I realized that these places that I am getting out to do not exist where I am going. Plus I have the most cake job here that pays a decent wage. FUCK!!!! I am a complete moron.

The past two days have seen little food, little sleep, a near axiety attack in the shower and me staring out the window for ten hours straight at work giving myself an ulcer wondering "what if".

Hey! Does anyone in the city have an extra bedroom to rent out for around 500 buck!?!?! . (I think there are like three locals that read this so I am probably out of luck...)

billy

I know I posted these before but I can help thinking how true to me it is.

So I want to get myself attached to something bolted down,
So that these winds of circumstance won't keep blowing me around.
To when I land to when I leave there is enough time to sleep and sing.
I keep running when all I want is to lay motionless