Apr 23, 2007 15:30
Tattoos. I need tattoos. I had at least one rather enormous ticket item planned for Ireland, but it is possible that I will end up blowing it on hats and tattoos. And I'm trying absynthe(sp). THat's about it.
This summer there is the possibility of a factory job. 12 hour days, 20 dollars an hour. Holy shit. If I got to work that, I'd work overtime and go home and sleep and get up and go back to work and sleep until they didn't even schedule me anymore, they'd just assume that I'd work and sleep and work and sleep. I plan to make 2823798709837942739847 dollars this summer so that I can retire. I will become a workaholic, and have little to no time for my friends, with the exceptions of late night phone calls to Bek and Jeff and Mac and etc etc etc and Nagem and etc etc etc and chet-related adventures with Karrrrrllyyyyy on weekends. I will buy a car and a semester of college and a cell phone and a new computer. I will work two to three jobs if I don't get the twelve hour promise of the factory job. Seriously, that's what I need this summer. I just need to become a drone for a bit and think about who I am and what I want and where I want to be. I want to be a husband, a father, and if I have time, a lawyer/rock star/actor. I put the slashes, but I do not intend to have all of these occupations concurrently. These are the goals I have set for myself. I need to see how to work toward these things in a productive way.