thats all i gotta say about that.
hot chick had plans to paint her nails with her best friend tonight.
talked on the phone a bunch tonight when i got home. only ate a tv dinner. chicken parmasian. cost a buck. i worked twelve hours today. lots of people do at the xbi.
im getting tired of it.
if you knew how little i got paid youd think so little of me.
and then if you saw what i did for it, your mind would be blown.
i keep thinking what job i could have that would be better and i think any job would be better. then i think what job would hire me and i think
nobody would hire me.
i got a ride home today cuz it was so late and i passed a school and i thought, school teachers arent still at school till nine pm and i thought sure they are, theyre grading homework and shit.
but our youth is what its all about, isnt it?
what if our president had actually been raised right? what if he had even one really good teacher that could have taught him that you cant get on tv and say
“this economy is strong and getting stronger”
when youre in the midst of the biggest deficit of all time.
i hear the voices of my old teachers all the time.
sadly i hear the voices of the bad ones too.
maybe we dont make the difference in the planet that we wish we could, but in little ways we do make a difference.
george bush is a fucking retard and look at the little differences he makes.