strike that. go back. i might be eating three hundred fifty dollars but whatever. looks like this eight thousand dollar house thing is gonna get extended for another six months. so i got time to go after a house some more. which i wouldnt have given those other apartments three hundred fifty dollars to hold a place for me. so i guess im kinda fucked on that one. buuuut i failed the first time at this shit. now im gonna go back and try again. sooner or later i get i what i go after.... kind of.
truth. i havent been extremely happy in quite a while. also truth. i havent been extremely sad either. i feel like my emotions are as flat as a corpse's heart rate. and i hate it. i fucking hate it. i've had absolutely no passion within me. i need something. to either bring me up higher than ive ever been before. or to knock me on my ass. i dont really care at this point. but im uninspired. unimpressed. and discontent. what can i do about it. maybe someone is sleepin me prozac in my coffee and i dont know about it.
had a decent time at knotts scary farm. watching people get the shit scared outta them is very funny. i think i jumped a couple times. oh the food cost there is ridiculous. i thought disneyland and six flags bad was bad. shiiiiiiiiiiit. my ass is gonna take satiety suckers next time i go to one of these fuckers. highway robbery. but anyway.
not sure whats gonna be goin on at work this week. im goin home for the weekend.
still dont know what im doing for my birthday. oh well. it is what it is. (see thats the kind of shit im talking about)
i need to go shave.
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