Once again, a failed attempt on keeping myself on track. Well, not so much being on track, its more that well, I don't really know, I think I just started off that way cuz it sounded cool... Anywho, Its been what, 2 months now? no wait, 1 month. I'm.. uh... well... In a unexpected spot. Not exactly between a rock and a hard place.. Its more like Jello and uh... Pudding? Somewhere along that line maybe... its kinda just boucing me around and sometimes I just get so sucked in that you can't really find me until I somehow eat myself out or something. Craziness is all that I can really think about. The past month already has been quite hectic in itself, and theres no knowing about where this'll lead. I'm sick. Now this time when I say this, I litterally mean it. I'm sick with something and its really kinda bothering me, making it quite unsafe for me to drive and also kinda function. I'm not exactly all that balanced out, and I'm pretty congested in my head. Blows. She really does. So thar she blows. I like my bike, yea, but I still want a better/bigger/manly-er? bike... and with that means, more fun. Not so much good with the gas milage, but still better than cars. And I won't have to deal with my bike sputtering since its so cold blooded.. I mean getting it started in the morning is kinda easy, but then getting it to move is like trying to move yourself forward by farting. It doesn't really work, and it kinda stinks.. no pun intended? no wait, I don't think that fit there. I duno. Work bites.. I really kinda want to find another job again, truthfully, this isn't what I'm cut out for, I know I can do better than this, but I also know that I need some schooling in order to get there, and with that, I think I'll be going to school in january, if I get my butt moving on time, and if I have money. I still want to move out... Still don't know where, but I think something will open up sometime. I'm not in a real rush, but I'm still kinda just worried. Oh yea, Work... I still hate it by the way, it hasn't changed in the past 2 minutes. I still want an office job where I can sit at a computer and not really be bothered... I know its a boringish job, but I think its what I'm cut out for. I'm not really in for the customer-service-face-to-face-deal-thing-where-I'm-getting-screamed-at-and-I-just-smile-to-piss-them-off-type-job. I like the computer based, give me something to do, give me a deadline and I'll get your results type job... Either that, or put me in a garage, with a grip load of tools, and tell me what needs to be done with a car that I might know about, or maybe even go back to the job where you put me in a car so I can park it with amazing speed and run back in a blazing beam. Whatever, High class people are freakin snobs, but you still get those few people who are still really cool and are down to earth, I think most of them are from the east coast though... They all come wearing high shorts and some kind of florida-ish shirt or some kind of white polo with an mid-west accent. I don't mind helping them... But I do mind helping my boss.. she's still a fat lazy ass who's a heffer and can't stop really eating and talking about nails and other girly crap... I honestly don't know how she gets screwed at night by her boyfriend... yeesh... I don't even want to imagine that, or even picture what size bag he needs to cover her body with... ::shudder:: ew. And believe it or not, she's gone to counciling for junk. She told me this and I said, no... really? You needed that? I couldn't imagine!! She didn't pick up on the sarcasm, but the guy next to me (Denard, Celluar Express) was cryin... Oh, so today was thanksgiving... Wasn't too bad, considering that I freakin slept the whole day and didn't have enough nrg to scratch my own butt... I possibly could have scratched someone elses, but that would depend on if they sit on my face or not. Food was great, I didn't get to say thanks though... Kinda lame of me huh... I love the Squires. No doubt about it. Love love.. really.. love.. um.. love, luv, however you, me whoever wants to spell it. Love! woot. That kid really gets on my nerves... I think I want to break his legs... or give him an ear infection so he could lose his balance... more.. or maybe it'll fix something in his jacked up head of his... I'm not going to the funeral I don't think... unless I get to start fires there... But its either going to be because of his inability to function, or his inability to function rationally... or because other people besides me, crush the legs, heart, head, of his whacked out body... that got some... ::shudder:: ew. I'm getting cold, and I'm going to bed now.. More unusual thoughts, but that'll come later sometime. They don't leave too fast, they kinda linger... like that one fart... that ashley did... in the car...

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