Jan 14, 2008 12:34
being kicked out of gigis house feels good. not. my grandparents hate me. i hate my hair and wear hats. i am in nj. i walked home in the snow last night. i already feel like nothing has changed. everyone is the same. everything around me is the same. did i even ever leave?
im considering stating work in the sex industry. the idea of $500 a day is inticing...a pimp has my cell phone number. we are friends and i learned a lot of new and interesting things from him. when i say friends, i mean i despise his very being but i like to keep him around for entertainment and for learing new skills.
i hitched here from the warm and sun and beach to the cold and drab and dark. and a dead puppy this morning on this gray day.