|Fucking good times.
||[Jun. 21st, 2006|01:14 am]
OK, so I've been out of school, and in Nashua for almost 2 months.
Thats fucking insane. I'm still unemployed, and I kind of enjoy it. Until Bill and Gail run out of Odd-Job assignments for me and company, I figure I can make it till my birthday without being employed. Although, if someone has a good idea for a job, or knows of any job opportunities, or works at a cool place, or wants to hook me up with something cool for the summer, I would appreciate it. Basically all I need is GAS, and enough money to pay for World of Warcraft, WHICH JUST EXPIRED!
I don't know what I want to do in life. I see my future slipping away.
I have plenty of time...right?
Time. What a concept. I hate time.
Today we played guess who at steves house for a good 2 hours.
Robert was raped as a child, and his wife cheats on him with Tom and Bernard.
Bernard is just pure soviet.
Bill has a head shaped like a sex toy.
Eric, Penis in ass.
Get me a job,
Give me money,
Marry me and support me,
leave anonymous envelopes in my mail box containing gas cards.(addressed to Matt Ritchie)