Honest like. I'm beginning to feel like I did right before I fled Boston. Like shit just isn't working for me here. I love the few friends I have here, but they don't have much time for me anymore- and I can't fault them for it. I dunno. I feel like my job is never gonna get me anything, but it's sure gonna make my boss rich. Maybe I'm full of shit. Probably I'm full of shit. Oh well.
That and I'm starting to beieve all my stories suck.
That and I'm starting to beieve all my stories suck.
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eddie:
I don't know about that last bit. The fat drunk chesse man story is amazing.
cheech:
I feel freaked out all the time that I don't get to see people enough, but I don't think there's anything wrong with this town (unless the job prospects are THAT bad).