>:p
Man. I love wearing wifebeaters. They're just so goddamn comfortable. Also the fact that I look -awesome- in them. Hah.
1/2 an hour late for work. Whatever. I think I'm setting course for an apathetic next couple of weeks. Full speed ahead. Going to dive into books, chill with Samantha at her insistence... I'm at a point where I'm not even remotely pursuing a relationship, yet I do enjoy her company.
Interesting that I'm attracted to my absolute opposite.
I miss drugs. Alot. I'd love to blow a couple 8balls, drink a 5th, and smoke a fuckton of grass right now. I refuse to, of course. 1. I'm broke. 2. Look what it did for me last time. 3. See number 1.
I need a hobby or something to keep me occupied. You can only work out so much before your muscles turn to rubber and you pass out from exhaustion. Been doing that for about a week now. The dull ache in my back and arms is slowly fading now. Great. I'm in killer shape but I'm dirt poor, in a shelter, and totally worthless. Go me.
I'm thinking: Stay in the shelter for a year, save cash. Then move into one of the sponsored apartments. 300-320$ a year. Also by them I'd fucking better have a job that doesn't involve fast food, pays considerably better, and has insurance.
Tenative plans. Plans usually amount to moot in the end, but once again, I say "Whatever." I find it more and more difficult to concern myself with anything these days. Atrophy of the mind. Killer.
Maybe I should buy a bike. Don't know.
I keep repeating myself in these entries. I should find a way to add something interesting to my life.
1/2 an hour late for work. Whatever. I think I'm setting course for an apathetic next couple of weeks. Full speed ahead. Going to dive into books, chill with Samantha at her insistence... I'm at a point where I'm not even remotely pursuing a relationship, yet I do enjoy her company.
Interesting that I'm attracted to my absolute opposite.
I miss drugs. Alot. I'd love to blow a couple 8balls, drink a 5th, and smoke a fuckton of grass right now. I refuse to, of course. 1. I'm broke. 2. Look what it did for me last time. 3. See number 1.
I need a hobby or something to keep me occupied. You can only work out so much before your muscles turn to rubber and you pass out from exhaustion. Been doing that for about a week now. The dull ache in my back and arms is slowly fading now. Great. I'm in killer shape but I'm dirt poor, in a shelter, and totally worthless. Go me.
I'm thinking: Stay in the shelter for a year, save cash. Then move into one of the sponsored apartments. 300-320$ a year. Also by them I'd fucking better have a job that doesn't involve fast food, pays considerably better, and has insurance.
Tenative plans. Plans usually amount to moot in the end, but once again, I say "Whatever." I find it more and more difficult to concern myself with anything these days. Atrophy of the mind. Killer.
Maybe I should buy a bike. Don't know.
I keep repeating myself in these entries. I should find a way to add something interesting to my life.