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this is the last update in my live journal i'll probably ever make.
serious updateage. Well since I've last left you...
I've been all over the place. I lost my last job...I quit it because it was completely mind numbing and terrible. I got a much better job. I work alot, if you want to talk to me you can see me at my new digs in hootenanny in harvard square. I like my new job alot, visit me if youd like. I like to see friendly faces.
Ive been dumped by my girlfried, apparently im not good looking enough and too much of a fucking drunk to be of use to any girl whos sober or dosent smell like warm milk. I drink every day of my life until i pass out because the absolute depression of being sober is too much for me to bear. It's become to much of an issue ro live successfully. Everyone has an oppinion on it. Frineds, parents, ex- girlfriends...I geuss I've acheived alcoholics annonymous status at 20 years old go me. I'll be twenty one years old in less than a month. No one thinks ill make it much further than that. Wish me happy bday soon, the good money is making it out to say i wont be here by february. Here's fucking hoping.
I got a letter from Umass Boston today. Apparently I'm not good enough to go to a school governed over by a fucking mobters brother. Howie Carr, fucking help me out. I'm probably a better writer than most of the people in their english classes. Where's the fucking justice? I'm sure John Fante sees my writing in a higher power and feels for me, however i'm sure i am a subject of one of his narratives from a higher power. That's probably better than me getting published ever.
The only reason i updated this is because i had time to kill while my eighth Mountain Goats album uploaded to my itunes...John Darnielle, you are an amazing song writer, i do not own eight albums by anyone else. Good work my frined. Take Care everyone.
to summerize...the love of my life left me. I have a serious drinking problem that warrents me in rehab before i've even acheive legal age to drink. I feel I am a seriously good writer but no college will have me. I'm twenty years old and have tried to kill myself twice and failed...thats fucking 0 for fucking two. Vegas dosent like my odds. fucking awsome. go life. I think from now on seatbelts, are overratted.
Joe Sutton.
serious updateage. Well since I've last left you...
I've been all over the place. I lost my last job...I quit it because it was completely mind numbing and terrible. I got a much better job. I work alot, if you want to talk to me you can see me at my new digs in hootenanny in harvard square. I like my new job alot, visit me if youd like. I like to see friendly faces.
Ive been dumped by my girlfried, apparently im not good looking enough and too much of a fucking drunk to be of use to any girl whos sober or dosent smell like warm milk. I drink every day of my life until i pass out because the absolute depression of being sober is too much for me to bear. It's become to much of an issue ro live successfully. Everyone has an oppinion on it. Frineds, parents, ex- girlfriends...I geuss I've acheived alcoholics annonymous status at 20 years old go me. I'll be twenty one years old in less than a month. No one thinks ill make it much further than that. Wish me happy bday soon, the good money is making it out to say i wont be here by february. Here's fucking hoping.
I got a letter from Umass Boston today. Apparently I'm not good enough to go to a school governed over by a fucking mobters brother. Howie Carr, fucking help me out. I'm probably a better writer than most of the people in their english classes. Where's the fucking justice? I'm sure John Fante sees my writing in a higher power and feels for me, however i'm sure i am a subject of one of his narratives from a higher power. That's probably better than me getting published ever.
The only reason i updated this is because i had time to kill while my eighth Mountain Goats album uploaded to my itunes...John Darnielle, you are an amazing song writer, i do not own eight albums by anyone else. Good work my frined. Take Care everyone.
to summerize...the love of my life left me. I have a serious drinking problem that warrents me in rehab before i've even acheive legal age to drink. I feel I am a seriously good writer but no college will have me. I'm twenty years old and have tried to kill myself twice and failed...thats fucking 0 for fucking two. Vegas dosent like my odds. fucking awsome. go life. I think from now on seatbelts, are overratted.
Joe Sutton.