66th Post

Journey to the center of happiness

As i come closer and closer to my scheduled flight, things happening around me make me feel like running towards the golden terminal. It seems like the closer i get to going home, the more things happen that make me feel like not going. Stress, it seems like part of life. No shit aye?

First of all, I need to re-register for next semester, and the only days to do that are next week during my trip in El Paso. This is forcing me to beg some stupid bitch to let me register tomorrow, or when i come back. Because you know, I am not cutting my break short. Mainly because i want to get drunk. Then, my tax information came, my current schedule starts a week earlier than everyone else, my truck needs a tune up, i haven't gone to work at all this week, i need money, i need to deposit a check, and I am angry at someone....

But when i look back at it. I have to ask, Is this what being a grown up means? Constant stress, make or break type stuff?

I'm guessing it is. I love shit like that.

Keep it real.
(: