I think I’m starting to equate working to a prision where all the ass fucking is symbolize by how the government takes taxes out of my paycheck; rough, unforgiven and without the Vaseline. You can tell by this year only that most of my bitching and gripes are bout work and/or my manager. My boy Thomas keeps tell me about this job it the Chicago Public School system, but its at some fucked up high school on the northwest side of the city where I’m completely on opposite in Northwest Indiana. I don’t want that kinda of commute, the Neon is basically falling apart now and I only drive 5 minutes to work now. I need in deciding on what to do… where my high school guidence counselor when I need her, where the fuck are you Mrs. Rathmill!

Hate being broke… the shit is not fun. Eventhough I got paid today, I wont have any funds to do shit after I pay my rent this afternoon. So this is what its like to be free and independent. Five months in and I’m broke and getting laid about half as much as I was when I was living in my mother’s basement… Shit sucks.