Clock with no hands.

Busy, busy, busy... seems to be the story of my life.


Since I started working two jobs and going to school I'm never at home. Well, never at home when people are there to notice me. Good thing 'cause it seems everyone here is just bitchin' at me lately. I need a break, but then again I need to cut the antics so tonight will hopefully the only night this week, (Sorry Tk no Excelsior). But anyways, back to the bitchin'. It's been more than irritating now, it's to the point I'll just stay couped up in my room and only be out of there when I want to leave the house or use the bathroom. I hardly eat at home now too. All of my tip money is used to buy chicken.

Just some shit I'm dealing with. "Kinda hard to read like a clock with no hands."


I need to win the lotto and move out.


Maybe the next one or two posts will be a more insightful instead of updates and bitchin'.


p.s. I'm not shaving for the next week or so. Somebody named Althea said I should grow it out. Blame her for the scruffiness.