combat baby
i don't particularly like fighting on the street, but sometimes there is no choice. i guess i still have a lot to learn about relationships, or just this one i'm in. i don't mean to do it, i can't even stop myself. and then i feel like complete shit afterward. everything is okay for now..we took bottles and cans back and got like 49 dollars which..ridiculous. 20 cans for every dollar you do the math, wait i'll do it for you 980! holy crap! plus others that they wouldn't accept. we're recylcling machines. and the back porch is empty and now we just have to scrub some old ice cream off it then we can hangout back there..yay. and hmm work sucked dick this week. hey if any of you read this and you call places to order stuff from people don't be dicks to them or talk down to them. just because we do some menial job doesn't mean we're stupid. okay enough i need to go do banking.