the holy see hijacking conspiracy
i got fired this morning. i walked a half hour through the rain to get fired. hes been looking to get rid of me for a while to save money... the ass doesnt even get enough jobs to keep 2 people busy all day. so the rain slowed my morning walk down and he used my lateness as an excuse to fire me. oh well, i walked out with $1400. good to go *flex* im thinking of running to NYC for a while... it depends on dave's schedule. well, not really, i can stay at his place while he has class..... it depends on daves patience. a couple few days maybe, then come on the weekend to decide whats next.
i might get a few under the table jobs. mike said he knows some people. i already filled out unemployment papers, so i need to stick with under the table stuff if i want to get $200+ a week for doing nothing. im gonna move to philly i think. i wont move back home, its like hibrinating from life. i dont move foreward or back. tons of people have 2 or 3 jobs. i cant complain about money until im broke with 2 jobs. west philly is calling, no car needed there.
im gonna get a soft job. something where i dont have to think. i just put my whole mind and body into something that was run by a retard with a business liscense and it is tiring. so now im gonna get a waiter job and work somewhere else in the day, its no mental effort and good pay. im gonna go back to writing, maybe be a wino. if this philly thing doesnt work, for jobs or rent or falling-outs, im gonna move to lambertville with my dad. it was never really a home so it will still be something new. and there i can concentrate on my writing, and have a car. philly = living alone + public trans. + new people + philly. lambertville = living with dad who is friend + car + writing/window building + time.
who knows. i just dont wanna type my ethics essay. thanks livejournal. i have to cut my nails. the non-fiction section is unusually empty. im bored. oo junes sending me a poem. here it is. without junes permission. sorry kiddo.
Graffitied walls surround
A rising horizon
Asphalt barricades
Three lanes, one-way
Cement pillars of progress in place
Where scenery is set in gridlock
Natures fall leaves change behind
Left in right angles,
Wrong ways,
Ignoring stop signs
Neon star lights
Create constellations
Identifiable everywhere you want to be
Immortalized in the night sky
Because what was never living
Can not die
Our souls perpetuate
In scripture, inscribed
n ICK sloane: poor society. we're on our death rattle.... the stupid shit people make and do and fight for makes me cry sometimes too.
EcTOJUne: ive been looking at images of war for a project and i honestly break down everytime i see the pictures from rwanda
EcTOJUne: its terrible
i might get a few under the table jobs. mike said he knows some people. i already filled out unemployment papers, so i need to stick with under the table stuff if i want to get $200+ a week for doing nothing. im gonna move to philly i think. i wont move back home, its like hibrinating from life. i dont move foreward or back. tons of people have 2 or 3 jobs. i cant complain about money until im broke with 2 jobs. west philly is calling, no car needed there.
im gonna get a soft job. something where i dont have to think. i just put my whole mind and body into something that was run by a retard with a business liscense and it is tiring. so now im gonna get a waiter job and work somewhere else in the day, its no mental effort and good pay. im gonna go back to writing, maybe be a wino. if this philly thing doesnt work, for jobs or rent or falling-outs, im gonna move to lambertville with my dad. it was never really a home so it will still be something new. and there i can concentrate on my writing, and have a car. philly = living alone + public trans. + new people + philly. lambertville = living with dad who is friend + car + writing/window building + time.
who knows. i just dont wanna type my ethics essay. thanks livejournal. i have to cut my nails. the non-fiction section is unusually empty. im bored. oo junes sending me a poem. here it is. without junes permission. sorry kiddo.
Graffitied walls surround
A rising horizon
Asphalt barricades
Three lanes, one-way
Cement pillars of progress in place
Where scenery is set in gridlock
Natures fall leaves change behind
Left in right angles,
Wrong ways,
Ignoring stop signs
Neon star lights
Create constellations
Identifiable everywhere you want to be
Immortalized in the night sky
Because what was never living
Can not die
Our souls perpetuate
In scripture, inscribed
n ICK sloane: poor society. we're on our death rattle.... the stupid shit people make and do and fight for makes me cry sometimes too.
EcTOJUne: ive been looking at images of war for a project and i honestly break down everytime i see the pictures from rwanda
EcTOJUne: its terrible