um im tired as fuck.
i am so tired. i went to my interview i got the job. i dotn really want it though but im going keep pushing, keep pushing. you know. i hung with my homies last night. i love you all, even the drunken cunt. i tried to sell my book back. but oh no, they have to go get the tenth edition so mines not valid. fucky fucky fuck. tommorrow is beaners bday and i think the only one who will pull through is cook, who was assigned carne duty. sometimes i want to crawl into a hole and die. and i want you to come with me.