Fuck you muscle mass and the trickery that you bring to the scale.
Buy a car
- Get my own place
- Buy a D7000
Buy a scanner Get a second job
- Buy mom a laptop
Stop wearing so much fucking black
- Get to weight 200
Learn how to make lasagna New tatt
I know the year isn’t even over yet, but it shits me that I more than likely wont be able to achieve my remaining goals for the year. The D7000 maybe, but the other three are getting a big fuck it. Pout.
Wednesday night I quit my job and on thursday afternoon I went back in. I’m stressed. The job is stressful. But… i’m attached to a few girls in my unit. Why must I be placed in the criminal minded unit? Why? My supervisor was all kissing my ass when I came in to finish paper work today. They dont want me to leave… I dont want the money to stop coming in either. Truth is I’ve applied to other jobs and once I find the same pay or better, chances are i’ll be gone. Truth is i’m good at this thing and they’re even giving me the opportunity to carry out creative writing workshops with the girls. Still these juvenile delinquents are too much… What did Trick Daddy say, fuck the kids?
Please answer especially those of you living independently and/or on a budget.