So as i see things, its really about time to start living life. Like, I need to kick shit into gear. Im workin towards getting promoted at work, which is $6.75 an hour, 40 hours a week. Hella better then $5.35 an hour, 20-30 hours a week. I'm gonna be 19 on monday, and like, i've finally convinced myself that its time to get goin with my shit. I can't be bothered with worrying about people in idaho, indiana, or florida, when i have people to worry about right here where i live. They don't matter. Like, it may seem dickhead-ish of me to say that, but it's the truth, their just extra baggage that i dont need holding me back, and this computer, It's now a pasttime, not a lifestyle. I have to concentration on more fiscally-sound decisions, I now realize what people mean when they say they "have no time for fun", and it's completely understandable. In order to have fun, you have to have money; in order to have money, you must work. So there ya go, there I go. Welcome to reality son, its life or death. and yes... Calee STILL does anal.