one less day off and a morning shift to boot.
I've been thinking lately about how long it's going to take to save for a car. And then to move. And then to also go to school... so i can actually afford to live once I move... and I'm still moving, dammit.
There certainly isn't anything holding me here. Just making a little money and biding time. It's a depressing exercise, really, and i've decided I need to stop thinking about the time.
There's a new dude at work who I was around for maybe 10 minutes tonight. His name is Joe (we decided the original Joe is now going to be MojoJoeJoe) and I want him dead.
Someone asked him if he'd learned anything tonight. "yeah, I learned that Marie really makes you work! but BOY Is she fun too !"
Larry literally grabbed my shoulder because I was going to rip his still beating heart from his damned dirty twerp chest.
I've pulled muscles in my chest somehow and I can't stop flexing my arms and making the muscles twinge.
Yes, I picked scabs as a kid too.
usually my own.