Bad luck, or bad times?

I've had it up to my fucking eyeballs with unfortunate events. Laurel needs paint job, vain mother sends it despite having scratches the size of my belly button. Recover car, discover engine is fucked. Vain parents off to vain England. My fucking plan is fucking ruined.

All this, and I don't get to fuck anyone.

Reflections

What do I do now?

I'm getting more and more attached to the people at school. Yet I know that in the future teaching will make me unhappy. The interview results will come soon, and I haven't even told the DP. I'm almost wishing they'd reject me now.... I still have to give a 14 day notice, too. Life is cruel at times. Life in an office, 7 to 4 (9 to 5?) ? I can't imagine moving again, even though I planned this. A career start at 22? not bad. A lot of new friends my age or even sights? not likely. Many ppl at Workplace NUmber 2 seem to be Michelin men and women.

There's even a sight or two here. Damn, how do I get into these things?! My roots are so dry it feels like I will be a nomad for a very long long time . How am I gonna grow old with anyone thins way? Maybe th 2 x 5 need to change...

sights- The One With The Blue Car (Generous?)
- She Who Smiles Not but is Damn Pretty ( KC ?)

Have challenged the Nas to find a job with his teaching degree. Good luck, buddy. Good luck.

Ah , the first word is the hardest.... HANTAP ok now it's easy.

I guess I'm typing out of blog-dom. Lots to think, very little to say.

I wonder why.... - I keep looking at those friendster lists of beautiful women :P

- Arsenal can't win these days

- AKu ani inda laku

- aliens never land in my backyard, they always kidnap some white kid in roswell....