Inauguration
Curse the man I shall refer to as ... BS. He has pushed me beyond the event horizon and into an endless vacuum of rants and thoughts of the id. Nonetheless, he purchased a Citra for me yesterday, which I am grateful for. Then again, he soaked me with his angular head while fountain-dancing, drenching me with detergent soap and the finest sewage in Stumptown. On the other hand, I may have ruined his car with my aqua-saturated ass turning the Willamette Weekly into papier mache.
This is a typical day with BS. Perhaps he is an endless loop of karma and dharma, constantly being kissed by his rights and kicked by his wrongs. That is life, no?
This week has been upsetting. BS is a break from my toils, but they always come back to haunt me. My school of choice angers me. Weeks of promises and optimistic notions came crashing down when I realize that they may have swindled me. I have been lured by the Sirens and am now feeling the sting of the jagged shoreline. There is a chance that this could all be a big misunderstanding, and my high hopes can be restored. Only time will tell...
I need money. Lots of money. About 1800 every summer. My scholarships cover ... about 500. That leaves 1300. I did get a lot of gifts from family ... if I spread it out, that leaves 1200. If I pool it for this year, that leaves about 1000. Work so far ... 500 if I'm correct. Now that final 500 ... I'll just have to resort to prostitution. Or maybe a temp job, whichever comes first.
I have plans for some special people in my life. But that is all I will say for now. Come to the Taste of Beaverton tomorrow. It might be fun, who knows?
~Blue Thunder
This is a typical day with BS. Perhaps he is an endless loop of karma and dharma, constantly being kissed by his rights and kicked by his wrongs. That is life, no?
This week has been upsetting. BS is a break from my toils, but they always come back to haunt me. My school of choice angers me. Weeks of promises and optimistic notions came crashing down when I realize that they may have swindled me. I have been lured by the Sirens and am now feeling the sting of the jagged shoreline. There is a chance that this could all be a big misunderstanding, and my high hopes can be restored. Only time will tell...
I need money. Lots of money. About 1800 every summer. My scholarships cover ... about 500. That leaves 1300. I did get a lot of gifts from family ... if I spread it out, that leaves 1200. If I pool it for this year, that leaves about 1000. Work so far ... 500 if I'm correct. Now that final 500 ... I'll just have to resort to prostitution. Or maybe a temp job, whichever comes first.
I have plans for some special people in my life. But that is all I will say for now. Come to the Taste of Beaverton tomorrow. It might be fun, who knows?
~Blue Thunder