Giraffe!
I would like to apologize to anyone that took offense to the last entry. Well, at least to anyone that took offense because they already knew what I was talking about and lives the way I described. If you took offense because you don't understand what I said or because you think that I am wrong, you can go to hell because you are far to insipid to look at things objectively. OK! Now that that's off my chest, I can begin the entry.
I am still without a job, which is depressing. Not working, not going to school, and doing nothing that can be considered as productive by society really makes you wonder what the hell you're doing with your life. From an outside point of veiw, I would call myself worthless and a waste. I would say that I am capable of so much, and I could do whatever I wanted if I only put forth a little effort. Of course, this is what has been told to me for years, by both myself and others. I need a job. I need to be productive. I need something. Living day to day like I do and barely making enough money to get by just isn't cutting it anymore. It was a nice vacation, but it needs to end. A friend of mine, Kris, suggested that I write a novel. I thought that is was a novel idea (ha ha! yay puns!), but realized that a novel would be something of a stretch. Besides, who would read it? I mean, would you read a book about me? I grew up, fucked up quite a bit along the way, tried everything I could, got kicked out of my house, did whatever I wanted and nothing I didn't, still managed to graduate high-school early, took a trip to New York after raising $750 in 2 days, and sit around doing nothing most of the time. Does this sound interesting to you? Really? It does? Well, you obviously have bad taste in literature. But because you seem to like my life's story and I'm desperate, do you want to go get a cup of coffee or something with me? You would? Wow. You're even more shallow than I thought. Kidding! As long as you pay, I'd love to go on a date with you. Yah, it's because I'm broke. Yes, I am looking for a job. No, I really don't have anything to offer you. What's that? You don't want to go out with me anymore? Figures. I'd say see you around, but somehow I doubt that will happen. Yay for being manic! And it seems I've run out of fun and interesting things to say. ttfn. Josh
I am still without a job, which is depressing. Not working, not going to school, and doing nothing that can be considered as productive by society really makes you wonder what the hell you're doing with your life. From an outside point of veiw, I would call myself worthless and a waste. I would say that I am capable of so much, and I could do whatever I wanted if I only put forth a little effort. Of course, this is what has been told to me for years, by both myself and others. I need a job. I need to be productive. I need something. Living day to day like I do and barely making enough money to get by just isn't cutting it anymore. It was a nice vacation, but it needs to end. A friend of mine, Kris, suggested that I write a novel. I thought that is was a novel idea (ha ha! yay puns!), but realized that a novel would be something of a stretch. Besides, who would read it? I mean, would you read a book about me? I grew up, fucked up quite a bit along the way, tried everything I could, got kicked out of my house, did whatever I wanted and nothing I didn't, still managed to graduate high-school early, took a trip to New York after raising $750 in 2 days, and sit around doing nothing most of the time. Does this sound interesting to you? Really? It does? Well, you obviously have bad taste in literature. But because you seem to like my life's story and I'm desperate, do you want to go get a cup of coffee or something with me? You would? Wow. You're even more shallow than I thought. Kidding! As long as you pay, I'd love to go on a date with you. Yah, it's because I'm broke. Yes, I am looking for a job. No, I really don't have anything to offer you. What's that? You don't want to go out with me anymore? Figures. I'd say see you around, but somehow I doubt that will happen. Yay for being manic! And it seems I've run out of fun and interesting things to say. ttfn. Josh
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