Well!
Here I am with a less-than-interesting update on this glorious Wednesday afternoon. First and foremost, I've acquired a new gig. I'm an independant contractor employed through Vector Corp. selling knives to people for CutCo. You can find me at the corner of Centre and Green in Concord most evenings, peddling my deadly wares from my peatcoat. And let me tell you folks something: these knives will go RIGHT THROUGH flesh and fat, and they have NO PROBLEM with tougher materials like sinew, tendons, and cartiledge. So, yes, I'm now your friendly, neighborhood knife salesman.
Not much is going on besides that. As far as the emotional maelstrom goes, it's actually calmed down quite a bit. At least for me. Although I am stressing out a bit over this new job, ultimately it's not that important. If I get fired or if the job gets REALLY gay, I'll work at a Dollar Store or Movie Gallery for the remainder of my break.
Billabong goes to Alaska on Sunday... what the shit. I barely got to hang with his ass at all this break. Though I will be hanging with him tonight. Should be... uh... fun. That's the word. Can't really think of anything else to update on. On that note...
Not much is going on besides that. As far as the emotional maelstrom goes, it's actually calmed down quite a bit. At least for me. Although I am stressing out a bit over this new job, ultimately it's not that important. If I get fired or if the job gets REALLY gay, I'll work at a Dollar Store or Movie Gallery for the remainder of my break.
Billabong goes to Alaska on Sunday... what the shit. I barely got to hang with his ass at all this break. Though I will be hanging with him tonight. Should be... uh... fun. That's the word. Can't really think of anything else to update on. On that note...