freakin bane of my existance.
i hate replay, selling it, talking about it.
the only time the speech is fun is when i do it to stoned 15 year olds
and their faces melt and they bloodshot eyes buldge.
meager paycheck -$190ish
car needed tune up- $170
next week i need to go back to get a belt replaced- $i forget, more money
i need more hours, but i that's not going to happen
went to craig's list applied to every "tattoo model needed"
(note: that didn't pay peanuts mind you)
applied to some other stuff too.. we'll see.
the boy is too far away, and things are getting strained.
i don't know what to do or say.
how long can i ignore/repress these thoughts.
i won't give up something good.
in summation: i am miserable.
soul_on_fire:
Hey just hang in there. Work sucks.. And I get worse pay checks than you. 