Michael Coogan's Island
That's what I call my space, errrr work cubicle thingy place, Its basically on the inside of the hall so I dont face any windows and its in a what seems like very spacious walk in closet. their are 3 other cube spaces seperated by a large division on both sides and then there is a drafting table on the back wall. This is my station, this is where I work and toil relentlessly and ah...... haha yeah right this job is freaking cake baby. I love it! Im getting paid for my brain, Im getting paid for my insight, my organization and helpfulness to my supervisors. I really like this. But I can say when one leaves the drudges and countless faces of Gainesville they shall encounter another world of deeper caverns to fall into.
This cavern of despair is what refer to as nofriensium. A coogism for the inability to find nor locate potential new friends. Yes it stinks, all this freedom, money, and time, and not too many people to share it with.
At first when I arrived in WPB I was shocked at the average marrying age and how everyone really "settled" in for the long haul type of life/relationship or vice versa were so freakin crazy and unguided they were destined for failure since nothing was really in the stars or future for them. Its strange going somewhere new. But again I welcome change I welcome the thought of a better life justified by years of servitude to the University Martyr system. Fuck the price gouging University System i have placed my stake down and I god damn will get mine baby!
I cant wait to save up enough for a new truck, its really just around the corner. And nicer things are in my future. Laying the ground rules to keep upo on my studies and stay away from the dreaded relationship black hole of peasanthood, errrrrrrrrr.
Oh yeah the 24th birthday went off without a hitch nothing really special I kept it to myself b/c of work and all. After coming in sick, a couple weeks ago, errrr hungover, I dont want to even think about coming close to screwing up in the least bit at all for the rest of my term at Suffolk. So Air iv Waaa
This cavern of despair is what refer to as nofriensium. A coogism for the inability to find nor locate potential new friends. Yes it stinks, all this freedom, money, and time, and not too many people to share it with.
At first when I arrived in WPB I was shocked at the average marrying age and how everyone really "settled" in for the long haul type of life/relationship or vice versa were so freakin crazy and unguided they were destined for failure since nothing was really in the stars or future for them. Its strange going somewhere new. But again I welcome change I welcome the thought of a better life justified by years of servitude to the University Martyr system. Fuck the price gouging University System i have placed my stake down and I god damn will get mine baby!
I cant wait to save up enough for a new truck, its really just around the corner. And nicer things are in my future. Laying the ground rules to keep upo on my studies and stay away from the dreaded relationship black hole of peasanthood, errrrrrrrrr.
Oh yeah the 24th birthday went off without a hitch nothing really special I kept it to myself b/c of work and all. After coming in sick, a couple weeks ago, errrr hungover, I dont want to even think about coming close to screwing up in the least bit at all for the rest of my term at Suffolk. So Air iv Waaa