work sucks. but syphalis sucks worse.

[turn_me_out]

sometimes i'm like "man, i fucking hate my job" and then that magical friday comes along every other week when i get a paycheck. then i'm all "well shit... i make so much money... i mean. i make a LOT of money. i mean... seriously... a lot of money.

but then i spend it all on hookers. and cheep liqour.

but thats beside the point.
the point is this. i just got kicked out of my apartment by the shithead manager of my apartments. because... oh man get this, its the best part..."i am an unsavory resident"!!!! HHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. because, i mean, yeah i might be a nut, but i feel like i'm a lot more responsible, and less creepy than the guy who never comes outside and i catch looking into my windows with binoculars, or the 2 dudes that live upstairs and cook meth in their kitchen, or even 5 heroine addicts that live 2 doors down. so, i mean, thems the breaks i suppose.

so long story short, i am moving back to lawrencville, against my will so i can save some money and get the house with kevin. cause its gonna be dope.

and then kevin and i are gonna start making meth in our kitchen... its gonna be so awes!