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You know, its days like this that I have too much time to sit and think. I had basically nothing to do today, so I sat in my office for about 4 hours pondering. Why do I even do half the shit that I do. On one side, I want to go to college, get me a good high paying job and do the whole family thing. On the other side, I don't give a shit. I still want to join the army, but I know that's basically throwing my life away. Can't go do that right now though, I have at least a year now because of the lease. Hell...perhaps the reserves, if they ever reduce their numbers in active duty. My dad says as long as I get my bachelors, I can go to the army. But he says I can't be a cop...and he knows my dislike of the ordinary. He suggested I be a firefighter, or go to the army and get medic training, then i can be a paramedic. Blood and whatnot doesn't phase me, so hell, you never know.
I've been promised a very good job with the district when I get out of college if I stick around...which shall include pretty good money. I like the place, the people are nice, and I love the money. But...I'm torn between my love for money and to be successful, or to shoot people and play with fire. Such a tough decision.
Perhaps if I wander about life doing what I'm doing now, things will fall into place. Or I'll die alone. Whatever though. I don't feel like writing anymore. I know what makes me really happy though...yes...
And just so he doesn't cum in my pillow: Eddie is the nicest guy ever. I love Eddie, I don't know what I'd do without him. And no, this isn't one of those depressed posts you talk about Eddie...
I've been promised a very good job with the district when I get out of college if I stick around...which shall include pretty good money. I like the place, the people are nice, and I love the money. But...I'm torn between my love for money and to be successful, or to shoot people and play with fire. Such a tough decision.
Perhaps if I wander about life doing what I'm doing now, things will fall into place. Or I'll die alone. Whatever though. I don't feel like writing anymore. I know what makes me really happy though...yes...
And just so he doesn't cum in my pillow: Eddie is the nicest guy ever. I love Eddie, I don't know what I'd do without him. And no, this isn't one of those depressed posts you talk about Eddie...