So I'm finally moved into Boston, although this morning I woke up in my hometown.
I don't have a computer yet, so my entries for now will be few and far between.
I work at a hotel, checking people in, and checking people out, being nice and polite while getting a new asshole torn is part of the job description. I'm not kidding. It's only worded differently on the contract.
My doctor once diagnosed me as in love, my dentist prescribes me Xanax for regular cleanings, my dermatologist once said I look like a rancher from Montana, and my psychologist said I could take as much acid as I wanted so long as I didn't "dance on bridges."
Being in Boston has made me realize how much I need to leave.
Got to got to got to.
I don't have a computer yet, so my entries for now will be few and far between.
I work at a hotel, checking people in, and checking people out, being nice and polite while getting a new asshole torn is part of the job description. I'm not kidding. It's only worded differently on the contract.
My doctor once diagnosed me as in love, my dentist prescribes me Xanax for regular cleanings, my dermatologist once said I look like a rancher from Montana, and my psychologist said I could take as much acid as I wanted so long as I didn't "dance on bridges."
Being in Boston has made me realize how much I need to leave.
Got to got to got to.