(i've got a good mind to end the post there. but)
job is bringing in money. job #2 is on its way. i've got like 3 or 4 books swirling around in my head. and i've decided to change my autobiography into a series type thing. it'll be fictional only because my imagination sees some quite humorous moments that won't happen until i write it.
i can hardly do this post because my heart isnt in sync with it. my emotions are stone. i'm finally happy even though i'm totally alone (aside from pops.) i'll be going to Atlanta to visit but i wont be staying. i wont be leaving vegas for a while.
im focusing on me and what i want.
"what is that?" one might ask.
well...i was never a demanding fella.
so, money, more clothes, time to do this book and the motivation to do so.
sex would be nice but i'm not tripping. i'm throughly annoyed with 100% of the women i've talked to within these last few weeks.
all i need is one key entry point and i'll be good in the company sector.
though, i doubt they can keep me company like i can.
twitter helps =)
