Why I moved to Florida
by Josh
Once upon a time, I lived in Massachusetts. I was born and raised in the Worcester area. All things considered, I liked it very much. Admittedly, things did not go the way I had planned. I didn't finish my high school of choice due to my family's financial situation. That little speed bump is completely off set by the fact that, in my new high school, I met my best friend... something I wouldn't trade for the best education in the world. From then on, it was just a bunch of perceived failures... at least in my eyes. I couldn't go to college due to monitary reasons. I worked in a gas station, then managed a porno store. I had a horrid first love and just miserable failings in the dating world one after another since. I had a kid who had made it his life's mission to make my life miserable, including the making of bumperstickers to make fun of me, then plastering them all over the state and the hacking of my old journal and changing it all and many many other things. About February of last year I hit a wall. I couldn't deal with it any more. I didn't think things could get any worse, so I ran away from it all. I packed my bags and headed to the only place I could think of. Deerfield Beach, Florida. Why? Because I had a very good friend that lived there, and maybe she could help me start over. Wrong. I moved to a place where I had to work 70 hours a week just to pay rent. I couldn't see my friend because her husband was the super jealous type. I was shit on at the two jobs I had because at one job I was doing immigrant work, but since I was legit, they took taxes out, so the Cubans fresh off the boat were making about 2 bucks more an hour than I was, then at my other job, I trained and worked and got to know the country club members so that when busy season hit, I would be the next in line for full time bartender, not just part time tender and part time server. Well, they hired someone to fill that position at 3 bucks more an hour than me, with full time hours (re: benefits), and she was completely braindead... it only took me 7 months of working my hands to the bone to see that I was in just as bad a position as I was in Massachusetts, except here there was no smear campaign against me and it was warmer. Since December of last '04, I've been trying to go back to school. I applied and was accepted to the school around here, but since I can't get aid from the state (a minor thing. They say I owe them money, but I say I don't, seeing as how they never paid for any schooling before. However, they won't get me aid without finishing off that balance first... $7000) and I'm not a resident of Florida for more than a year, the school would cost 9 grand that I don't have. Not to mention the money I "owe" Janet (the first blame she's gotten this whole story... see, she's not that bad) and books and supplies and some form of social life (who am I kidding, I haven't had any real social contact since I was in Massachusetts) equals : I'm back where I started.
Quick summary. Life sucked in Massachusetts, so I moved to Florida to get away. Turns out, it sort of blows down here too.
So, I guess now it's time to start fixing the toilet that is my life. If Brian gets the job in Milford, I'll be staying in Massachusetts when I go up to visit for my brother's birthday. If he gets a job in GA, I'll be moving there. That way, they won't be alone in the new city and many other beneficial reasons. If I go to MA, I'll be taking another shot at Worcester State. Now that I know what I want to do, I won't be stuck with tons of classes that I don't need while bouncing around to find what I want to do. If I go to Georga, there's a bunch of colleges there that I can go to.
So, that's my plan in a nutshell. This place sucks, and if I'm going to be in a place that sucks, I may as well be close to my friends and the family members that I enjoy being around. And heck, moving shouldn't be all that hard since I had to sell all my video games and DVD's to pay Janet. Not like it's a huge deal though. I have netflix now and am really not at a point in my life where I should be collecting things. I've got the titles and names of everything I sold written down so that when I do get them back, I'll know what to get. (I did save a couple though). It's time I stopped having my 24/7 pity party and got on with my life. Get busy living or get busy dying, as I always say (say : rip off from Morgan Freeman)
Now, since you've all been so gracious to sit through that, I shall reward you with ....
The mother fucking Wuzzles.
and...
... the mysterious origin of my avatar pose
by Josh
Once upon a time, I lived in Massachusetts. I was born and raised in the Worcester area. All things considered, I liked it very much. Admittedly, things did not go the way I had planned. I didn't finish my high school of choice due to my family's financial situation. That little speed bump is completely off set by the fact that, in my new high school, I met my best friend... something I wouldn't trade for the best education in the world. From then on, it was just a bunch of perceived failures... at least in my eyes. I couldn't go to college due to monitary reasons. I worked in a gas station, then managed a porno store. I had a horrid first love and just miserable failings in the dating world one after another since. I had a kid who had made it his life's mission to make my life miserable, including the making of bumperstickers to make fun of me, then plastering them all over the state and the hacking of my old journal and changing it all and many many other things. About February of last year I hit a wall. I couldn't deal with it any more. I didn't think things could get any worse, so I ran away from it all. I packed my bags and headed to the only place I could think of. Deerfield Beach, Florida. Why? Because I had a very good friend that lived there, and maybe she could help me start over. Wrong. I moved to a place where I had to work 70 hours a week just to pay rent. I couldn't see my friend because her husband was the super jealous type. I was shit on at the two jobs I had because at one job I was doing immigrant work, but since I was legit, they took taxes out, so the Cubans fresh off the boat were making about 2 bucks more an hour than I was, then at my other job, I trained and worked and got to know the country club members so that when busy season hit, I would be the next in line for full time bartender, not just part time tender and part time server. Well, they hired someone to fill that position at 3 bucks more an hour than me, with full time hours (re: benefits), and she was completely braindead... it only took me 7 months of working my hands to the bone to see that I was in just as bad a position as I was in Massachusetts, except here there was no smear campaign against me and it was warmer. Since December of last '04, I've been trying to go back to school. I applied and was accepted to the school around here, but since I can't get aid from the state (a minor thing. They say I owe them money, but I say I don't, seeing as how they never paid for any schooling before. However, they won't get me aid without finishing off that balance first... $7000) and I'm not a resident of Florida for more than a year, the school would cost 9 grand that I don't have. Not to mention the money I "owe" Janet (the first blame she's gotten this whole story... see, she's not that bad) and books and supplies and some form of social life (who am I kidding, I haven't had any real social contact since I was in Massachusetts) equals : I'm back where I started.
Quick summary. Life sucked in Massachusetts, so I moved to Florida to get away. Turns out, it sort of blows down here too.
So, I guess now it's time to start fixing the toilet that is my life. If Brian gets the job in Milford, I'll be staying in Massachusetts when I go up to visit for my brother's birthday. If he gets a job in GA, I'll be moving there. That way, they won't be alone in the new city and many other beneficial reasons. If I go to MA, I'll be taking another shot at Worcester State. Now that I know what I want to do, I won't be stuck with tons of classes that I don't need while bouncing around to find what I want to do. If I go to Georga, there's a bunch of colleges there that I can go to.
So, that's my plan in a nutshell. This place sucks, and if I'm going to be in a place that sucks, I may as well be close to my friends and the family members that I enjoy being around. And heck, moving shouldn't be all that hard since I had to sell all my video games and DVD's to pay Janet. Not like it's a huge deal though. I have netflix now and am really not at a point in my life where I should be collecting things. I've got the titles and names of everything I sold written down so that when I do get them back, I'll know what to get. (I did save a couple though). It's time I stopped having my 24/7 pity party and got on with my life. Get busy living or get busy dying, as I always say (say : rip off from Morgan Freeman)
Now, since you've all been so gracious to sit through that, I shall reward you with ....
The mother fucking Wuzzles.
and...
... the mysterious origin of my avatar pose
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prockg:
Chicken thigh? Ha. Now I feel better.
prockg:
Chicken thigh? Ha. Now I feel better.