Sep 01, 2008 09:42
I'm glad you like that shit.
I need new glasses. There's really no saving mine since they broke, and there's really no way of affording that shit right now. Mom's credit card might melt a little.
I need a fucking haircut too.
I need to not spend money on Keith when I'm working with him. I don't get re-imbursed for shit.
I need to do well at this job interview, and I need them to offer me a job where I can pay my bills, put a little bit away, and offer me some fucking health insurance.
I wish our schedules didn't suck so I could actually hang out with you, because you're a pretty awesome person, and you're actually outside of my circle of metal-head friends. Also, I might have a little thing for you. But it's really not a big deal; nothing I'd be totally heart-broken over.