work sucks. i'm tired of working 12-14 hour days. i want to find a new job, but im not sure what. i wish i could sit at home all day and get paid for it... or get paid to drink all night. or get paid to take pictures.
I actually have a lot on my mind and a lot to say. but I'm really not going to let anything out at this moment. A lot of things have changed in my life in the past week or so. Some good. Some bad. I'm not crossing my fingers on anything or getting my hopes up. I am taking things day by day.
Work has been shitastic. I hate winter, and I hate holidays. I don't have any motivation anymore. I feel as if this job is a joke. Every 6 months or so I seem to be losing money. They keep changing policies around and I(and everyone else) are getting screwed over. This job used to be fun. I used to like going to work. I dread waking up in the morning. And I am a bad influence on my co-workers. Sometimes I want to run away from it all.
I've been hiding my feelings a lot lately. I kind of just grin and bear these days and just keep my mouth shut and pretend like I'm ok. When I am not. But I will come clean soon. There are a lot of things I have been thinking about lately. Like who I can really call my friend. And I can honestly say that some people I called friends are no longer my friends. And to be honest that is fine by me. They are not worth my time. Nor worth the effort iIput into them as trying to be a friend. And all the things I have done will never be paid back. And that is sad, because I went to great lenghts for some of them.
I'll be honest and straight up say it. I really HATE Christmas. Maybe i get it from my father. He hates the holidays as well. I'm not saying that i never had a good christmas which is causing me to hate it. My parents gave me everything in the world. They always bought me what I wanted (if in reason). They have always been loving parents. And I love them to death. It's just something in me that hates christmas. It has nothing to do with family. I hate people around this time. The shopping. The dealing with moronic people. The business that I am in. I hate it. and Hate is such a strong word.
I wish I was like a bear, and could go into hibernation for the month of december. My birthday is in 7 days. I hate my birthday. It's one step of me getting older. I never ever have had a good birthday. Not once have i had a birthday where I can honestly say I was happy. It alwasy ends up with me being super bummed out and drunk by myself.
So here's to you December. The month I hate most.
I'll drink up... and see you in Hell.
I actually have a lot on my mind and a lot to say. but I'm really not going to let anything out at this moment. A lot of things have changed in my life in the past week or so. Some good. Some bad. I'm not crossing my fingers on anything or getting my hopes up. I am taking things day by day.
Work has been shitastic. I hate winter, and I hate holidays. I don't have any motivation anymore. I feel as if this job is a joke. Every 6 months or so I seem to be losing money. They keep changing policies around and I(and everyone else) are getting screwed over. This job used to be fun. I used to like going to work. I dread waking up in the morning. And I am a bad influence on my co-workers. Sometimes I want to run away from it all.
I've been hiding my feelings a lot lately. I kind of just grin and bear these days and just keep my mouth shut and pretend like I'm ok. When I am not. But I will come clean soon. There are a lot of things I have been thinking about lately. Like who I can really call my friend. And I can honestly say that some people I called friends are no longer my friends. And to be honest that is fine by me. They are not worth my time. Nor worth the effort iIput into them as trying to be a friend. And all the things I have done will never be paid back. And that is sad, because I went to great lenghts for some of them.
I'll be honest and straight up say it. I really HATE Christmas. Maybe i get it from my father. He hates the holidays as well. I'm not saying that i never had a good christmas which is causing me to hate it. My parents gave me everything in the world. They always bought me what I wanted (if in reason). They have always been loving parents. And I love them to death. It's just something in me that hates christmas. It has nothing to do with family. I hate people around this time. The shopping. The dealing with moronic people. The business that I am in. I hate it. and Hate is such a strong word.
I wish I was like a bear, and could go into hibernation for the month of december. My birthday is in 7 days. I hate my birthday. It's one step of me getting older. I never ever have had a good birthday. Not once have i had a birthday where I can honestly say I was happy. It alwasy ends up with me being super bummed out and drunk by myself.
So here's to you December. The month I hate most.
I'll drink up... and see you in Hell.
I could give a rats ass about the holidays. The only thing I'm stoked about is the thought that I'll be getting gift certificates for tools for school. Then which leads me to how much I'M getting burnt with my gig and how July can't come soon enough. It's the Pabst that keeps me alive.......just spinning my wheels til then.
Duck Island is sandwiched between Tremont and Ohio City.
Once I get off my ass, I'll make some fliers and give the address. They don't have Pabst, but they do have Jameson
Bring your arse to Tremont something. That's my hood. Live right across the block from Lava too.