twentythree

oh my god dude...

my job sucks...

BOB is so pissed at me...

like today...

i told my mom i was going to try to find a new job....

bob has loyalty...

towards jobs and he was bitching that so far i have borred 10,000 from him this year...

so when i came home on break..

dad was like Michael you need to stay at this job and try to make friends..

i was like BOB i am going to get a new job and try to find something i like...

and then we straight up yelled at each other...

ending with my dad calling himself stupid and how he should kill himself.

so i left...

fucking last week... all 8 days 9 to 10 hour shifts and if i dont run... they fucking yell at me....

fucking twinks...

i swear to god they all suck...

evidently.... the psych test.... i am the only weird fucker that passed...

i have the day off tommorow...

and my friend robby is going to try to get me a job as being a cook...

robby is cool and the job is chill...

i miss Jimmy and Rick a lot...

at harris teater ... i am the Jimmy...

i said Dude i use to work really hard dude..

bah.... did you read the clint interview?

i wrote beaver patrol...

natalie and i are fighting xxx....

err.....

she keeps writing me drunk saying she likes me...

and her boyfriend caught her..

and she blamed it on me...

fun huh?

are you on aim????