Working Under The Table Is A Bitch...
I started to work at a bakery the other day and I will never look at another brownie the same way. It was hell in that factory. It was all hot and I had to place these fucking big ass pans in this machine that would cut the brownies into pieces, and then I would have to place them on these fucking ghetto ass racks. I had brownie pieces all over my body. I wouldn't be surprised if I had brownie crut in my balls. I would have left if it wasn't that I needed the money, but when your poor like me you would work anywhere. My West Chester trip is coming up and I don't even know who is going to take me up there. My sister said she knows where it's located so my biggest bet is that she is going to take me (hopefully). I was reading the letter from them the other day and at the bottom of the long as letter is said "Please Bring A Fan!!", you know what thats telling me, my ass is going to stay up there for 5 days with out any A.C. , I can feel the sweat already. But I don't care, I'm going to meet new people and college is fun anyways. That's how I am, if I'm having fun I don't care. I can't wait, damn it feels like only yesterday I was entering the doors of NEA and now I'm getting ready for college. I guess it's true what people say after all, "High School goes by so fast."