Same old fuck job
I've been workin this job for almost a whole year now. I love it to death. I get to yell and scream, paint models, talk to weird costomers and I've got a great staff to work with. Dispite how great it is, I don't know if I can go on with it. I'm so worne out of the whole GW thing. I wanna move on with my life. I wanna make something of myself. It's not even that. I jsut want something new. I'm that kind of guy who gets tired of things fast. And truthfully, my throat hurts every day I get off of work. I don't think this job is good for my voice, and if you know me, I love my voice.
In fact, I sort of have an obsession with it. Often I find myself talking to myself or singing just to hear my own voice. It calms me down when I need to let something out and it riles me up when I need to get pumped up.
O.K., back on target! I got to see Arron the other day. Seeing him doing so well and what not gave me such ambition. He was a good co-worker of mine. I miss that guy a ton. no one was more of a pleasure worki with than he was. so yeah, I wanna find a cool place to work at where I can make at least 8 and get some reasonable hours. week days are wonderful. Even weekends if i can get the night off. 9-5 is wonderful! I just want my fuckin weekends back. I'm so fuckin depressed latly. I find my self sitting at home doing nothing all the while everyone else is at school studying and getting an education. and here I sit remaining stupid as a rock... *sigh* Not that everyone didn't already know that. but whatever. fuck me.
and to top it all off Paul diceded to make out with his best friends sister! FUCKIN WONDERFUL! I'll never fuckin' get over that. I never want shin to find out. I wanna go back and redoo the past. Dispite how much fun it was. not worth the pain here in America. been back for bout 4 months now. not exactly enjoying my life syle as you can tell. but I'm getting by. And my job is payin my bills so I wont change untill I have a forsure job lined up. otherwise im a moronic bumb. (though I am... but I'm no fuckin' bum! I won't stand for that... but I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed.)
fuck... ist 3:37... god. I need something.... I need to be successfull at something. I can't go on living like this. I'ts not for me. I need somethign or someone. Maybe if I had somone to come home too. some one to give me that hug when I need it. or the laugh when the morning. no... thats too much. *sigh* what... ... ...
In fact, I sort of have an obsession with it. Often I find myself talking to myself or singing just to hear my own voice. It calms me down when I need to let something out and it riles me up when I need to get pumped up.
O.K., back on target! I got to see Arron the other day. Seeing him doing so well and what not gave me such ambition. He was a good co-worker of mine. I miss that guy a ton. no one was more of a pleasure worki with than he was. so yeah, I wanna find a cool place to work at where I can make at least 8 and get some reasonable hours. week days are wonderful. Even weekends if i can get the night off. 9-5 is wonderful! I just want my fuckin weekends back. I'm so fuckin depressed latly. I find my self sitting at home doing nothing all the while everyone else is at school studying and getting an education. and here I sit remaining stupid as a rock... *sigh* Not that everyone didn't already know that. but whatever. fuck me.
and to top it all off Paul diceded to make out with his best friends sister! FUCKIN WONDERFUL! I'll never fuckin' get over that. I never want shin to find out. I wanna go back and redoo the past. Dispite how much fun it was. not worth the pain here in America. been back for bout 4 months now. not exactly enjoying my life syle as you can tell. but I'm getting by. And my job is payin my bills so I wont change untill I have a forsure job lined up. otherwise im a moronic bumb. (though I am... but I'm no fuckin' bum! I won't stand for that... but I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed.)
fuck... ist 3:37... god. I need something.... I need to be successfull at something. I can't go on living like this. I'ts not for me. I need somethign or someone. Maybe if I had somone to come home too. some one to give me that hug when I need it. or the laugh when the morning. no... thats too much. *sigh* what... ... ...