starfior

I'm bored. And that same old annoying empty feeling is trying really hard to creep back into my mind. It's fucking succeeding too.

So I sold out. I sold out my hopes of moving on in the job world and getting out of working for a company that only appreciates you if you threaten to leave. Turns out that over the last 2000 years 40 pieces of silver with inflation works out to something like seven grand a year more on my salary.

On the plus side I just bought a shiny '03 silver Subaru Legacy GT. Leather interior. Very nice. And when I'm done paying this thing off (Which by my thinking should be only a touch over three years on a five year loan barring any other major purchases interferring with my paying extra to principle every bill) my credit rating will be through the roof. It's good now, but my credit history is "a little too short" for some loan offices. Fuckers. I'm fucking 21. Where would I really have a credit history? 18 an on? Why I do! And it's fucking spotless. Blargh.

All this has little to do with the empty feeling though. I really have no reason to be depressed at all. I'm hoping I'm just bored and need something to do to get me out of this funk. Maybe I should but the chrome chain gaurd on the KZ440. Working with my hands always cheers me up.

But first I'll call my grandma. I did kinda miss her bday.

Peace out all.