Doom A Human In The Mask I'm On The Stunt
Danger zooming past mad fast on the hunt.
WHAT IT IS THAT IS GOIN' ON?
I've just been having one of those lives. You know the ones--each day fading into the next with similarities too plentiful to note. Even so, things have been on the up and up, and the good times are in no way killing me. I've been exhaustingly busy. Between work, errands of varying nature, and rocking the Cit-Aye, I just haven't had the time to do everything I want to do. I've been considering starting a YouTube broadcast, but haven't had the lightbulb of inspiration click on just yet. I've wanted to pen something, be it a short story or what have you, but again that damnable lightbulb. I guess it doesn't help that I have neither the time or the money to really make the most of my leisure time. Still--that leisure is some good shit. Which brings me to an actual point--I need to one day find a job worthy of my...talents. Man, that was some assassin based sentence structure if ever there was.
I'm twenty three and still live at home, which is something of a nuisance to me. I plan to stay at least another several months, at least until Raeann graduates. When that happens, I'm still not sure what course to set. Without the proper pile o' monies I can in no way afford the lifestyle that is sans-parents. God how I long to never again need to fetch something for someone perfectly capable of getting it themself. That would be nice, like a slice of pie, or pushing and old lady down a flight of stairs. I've kept my eyes open, but in a region as fine as North Central West Viginia, there just aren't many jobs. The ones that exist are those that I'm either under or over qualified for, and just once it would be a solid change to get a job I'm in no way qualified to do but make gobs of cash. It'd be like being a cabinet member in the Bush administration. Zing. I'm not asking for the cushiest job ever, which is personal shopper by the way, I just want a job that isn't quite as laborious. More than minimum wage might be a start as well. A guy can dream...
GREAT MOMENTS AT JAMES & LAW
Josh:"I've got your Pepto Bismol right here!" *points to genitals*
Me:"Your dick dispenses Pepto Bismol? That's amazing."
Oh, and rock out like cock out. - RJ
Quote of the Day:"I say this to you as a friend. Air guitar is perhaps the single most uncool thing a person can do."
WHAT IT IS THAT IS GOIN' ON?
I've just been having one of those lives. You know the ones--each day fading into the next with similarities too plentiful to note. Even so, things have been on the up and up, and the good times are in no way killing me. I've been exhaustingly busy. Between work, errands of varying nature, and rocking the Cit-Aye, I just haven't had the time to do everything I want to do. I've been considering starting a YouTube broadcast, but haven't had the lightbulb of inspiration click on just yet. I've wanted to pen something, be it a short story or what have you, but again that damnable lightbulb. I guess it doesn't help that I have neither the time or the money to really make the most of my leisure time. Still--that leisure is some good shit. Which brings me to an actual point--I need to one day find a job worthy of my...talents. Man, that was some assassin based sentence structure if ever there was.
I'm twenty three and still live at home, which is something of a nuisance to me. I plan to stay at least another several months, at least until Raeann graduates. When that happens, I'm still not sure what course to set. Without the proper pile o' monies I can in no way afford the lifestyle that is sans-parents. God how I long to never again need to fetch something for someone perfectly capable of getting it themself. That would be nice, like a slice of pie, or pushing and old lady down a flight of stairs. I've kept my eyes open, but in a region as fine as North Central West Viginia, there just aren't many jobs. The ones that exist are those that I'm either under or over qualified for, and just once it would be a solid change to get a job I'm in no way qualified to do but make gobs of cash. It'd be like being a cabinet member in the Bush administration. Zing. I'm not asking for the cushiest job ever, which is personal shopper by the way, I just want a job that isn't quite as laborious. More than minimum wage might be a start as well. A guy can dream...
GREAT MOMENTS AT JAMES & LAW
Josh:"I've got your Pepto Bismol right here!" *points to genitals*
Me:"Your dick dispenses Pepto Bismol? That's amazing."
Oh, and rock out like cock out. - RJ
Quote of the Day:"I say this to you as a friend. Air guitar is perhaps the single most uncool thing a person can do."