I abhor Houston. It sucks every last bit of life out of me. I have no desire to do anything here. There is nothing to look at. There is no inspiration. Routine seems to be the run of the day. The weather is awful and sticky. People are rude and impersonal. Houston is dying a slow, pathetic death, and I for one will be chuckling in my grave when this cesspool is finally gone. It won't be any time soon, but it will happen.
1.) I will find a job that pays decently.
2.) I will save money.
3.) In two years, I will get the fuck out of dodge and move to somewhere with mountains, rain, forests, and more atmosphere than I can shake a stick at.
1.) I will find a job that pays decently.
2.) I will save money.
3.) In two years, I will get the fuck out of dodge and move to somewhere with mountains, rain, forests, and more atmosphere than I can shake a stick at.
I guess I'd visit the hospital I was born at, too.
The Art Car Parade was about a month ago. You done missed it!