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I've never been much of a blogger, but maybe this will be good for me. Setting in my home away from home listening to social d and drinking whisky, wondering if my job is really worth the hassle. Is any job really worth it? I guess we all need one. My days of going to shows, drinking and smoking would come to a sudden halt if I didn't do this, plus I am up for this big raise, so I guess I need to bite the fucking bullet and be an adult for once! FUCK!



I have to fly out to Tampa on Thursday for a meeting, then to Columbia, and finally back home to Atlanta. I am so sick of this shit. I just want to be back in Atlanta so I can go to shows and drink and see a certain cute redhaired rockabilly girl.