Jun 02, 2004 17:53
Gas prices here in NY are ridiculous. I don't know about everywhere else, but here you cant even get a gallon with a $2 bill. Thankfully I no longer have a car. My taurus kicked it before the gas prices rose over $2 a gallon for regular. I thought it would be cheaper to move to the city and walk everywhere. I was right, no insurance, car payments, refueling, or repairs to pay for.
I'm living now with this girl named Ashley. She's great, my favorite smoking buddy. She's half black and half jewish, and quite fiery. She's short, 4'11, 19 years old, and very cute. She has dreads that she died fuschia. You know, one of those skateboarding punks that listen to local metal bands, wear strange clothes, and smoke menthols.
I wrote an odd poem at Eric's house today, but I can't remember what it was about. I remember after Eric read it, he told me he was scared in a bad way by it, so it probably was of no good.
Well, I have work at 7, that sucks because I wont get back 'til early tomorrow morning. Working at a gas station for $6.35 an hour sometimes doesnt seem worth it, but its all I know. Every job I've had has been at a gas station.
I wonder if this post will make sense when I sober up...
goodnight...