thenewmexican

Damm I hate coming home sometimes... Nothing to do when work is done. No one to talk to unless my friends are single. The guilty feeling that my mom hates my drinking habits because that is where I have found my comfort when I come home. Yesterday after breakfast with the guys Leo and I cruised his caddy around town afterwhich I walked shop to shop hoping I'd find something to spend some money on as if I have any. The parts I bought to finish the car alone wreck my budget... I realized that this mustang project is a huge fucking mess today when I went to visit the mechanic turned prick and worked on the car all afternoon. and since this car was the only thing I was working for... I need something else. Maybe I'll just work my month away and figure everything out in september