randomnerd

I hate being broke, and in debt... it's kind of like being strangled, and your murderer isn't killing you in a fit of rage which they may soon regret, but getting kinda turned on when you get weaker.

I'm scared I'll have to dump the girlfriend... I can't afford to visit her. I can only afford to pay off the debt if I stop living. I mean, if I cease all bodily functions, stop eating, and are still magically capable of working 40 hours a week. And of course, I can only get fucking part time jobs, and can only travel by bus, so I lose about two hours a day to commutes. And of course, all part time jobs revolve around the weekends, so working two part time jobs means only pulling down 30 hours a week, anyway.

It's nice to see I'll have so much to look forward to when I get older.

If I ever get published, I'll dedicate the book to all the people who think they're better than me... They can go fuck themselves, and I hope they know what it's like to be strangled when your murderer is getting turned on.


Hmph... whatever, maybe I'll follow my old man's advice and become a blood-sucking lawyer. It must be nice to be the Man. Haha.