Darlin'... let me tell you- I'm allergic to being poor. I do not like it when the only people who get to celebrate every two weeks are the bill collectors. Yeah, i don't like them assholes. Since last January I've been job hunting, searching for that dream 35,000 just-graduated-need-my-own-apartment-grow-with-the-company JOB.
Well, when it rains it pours. Now its not the "35,000 just-graduated..." job, but it is three jobs. (smile) Ladies and gentlemen, I'm hustling here. On a grind-- got a six MAYBE seven-month plan and I'm sticking to it. I feel like, I'm 23 years old, I don't have any kids, no man, but I do have a horde of first-class friends. I should be able to go on vacation in February. Engage in first class shenanigans(t.y. Loren). Furthermore, I should be able to pay for a gym membership to keep all this svelte.
Plus... I'm trying to get the fuck out of Lake County asaptually (t.y. Kels). I am feeling particularly blessed these days. T
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