This journal is absolutely pointless for me. I really have nothing at all to ever talk about. Can anyone actually interested give me topics? If you don't mind occasional rants I'll take anything...
(I think I'll make robot my new signature. Works better than skull because I can seem emotionless, like a robot, all the time)
(I think I'll make robot my new signature. Works better than skull because I can seem emotionless, like a robot, all the time)VIEW 3 of 3 COMMENTS
When I first moved out of my mother's house I was living in a group house a bunch of boys. I was working full-time at an office job and decided to go back to school. So my schedule was work Monday through Friday from 8:30-5:00 and school Monday through Thursday from 6:00-11:00. I was exhausted all the time and hated coming home to messy boy-kitchen. I started going to my grannie's house between work and school so I could eat dinner there. She was a horrible cook and made some really unappetizing stuff, but I didn't have to make it and she was happy to see me. One night I walked in and she tried to feed me a squirrel. A fucking squirrel! The thing is, I probably would have tried it, but it still looked like a squirrel sitting there in the skillet.