So yeah, I never got that raise, I ended up blundering into a mold-infested-dungeon of an apartment by blind luck. The folks at waste management fuckin' rode me hard and put me away wet. I hit rock bottom, doom was iminent, but my cousin gave me work as a mover with his company which was faaat cash for a few weeks.
But then he had me pressure wash his house, there was a slight miscommunication, and long story short I ended up blasting off half his siding. Soooo, I don't work for him nomo . . .
Got a job working at a warehouse in an insanely hostile work environment (almost been in 2 fist fights so far, lol.) and that's keeping me afloat.
So, in conclusion, no great revelation or hard earned success, have begun talkin' with my mum again as of christmas, she seems to be a little more open to careful communication now and has expressed a serious desire to compensate me for a fucked child-hood (gave me a G for xmas, which I used to buy family gifts ) I'm gonna move back in with her in a couple weeks here and try to use the time to amass money/weasle back into college, so I can try again and take another, BIGGER, HARDER stab at the world.
Things are, unfortunately, very safe stable and boring at the moment. Though here's hoping for adventure on the horizon none the less Mood: mediocre
Hi guys, been a while, I know. To make a long story short, I finally got fed up with me mother and booked. Decided I'd rather live in my car than put up with her shit for another day, and it's been about two months so far.
It's been hard, I've become aware of alot of betrayel and mischeif that has been inflicted upon me, for the first time in a long time I've been sorting through old buried memories and finding alot of shit wrong. I'm sorting things out though.
I'm still working and not having a very hard time maintaining necessities and keeping clean, it's slow going, but my mission has been overall successful so far.
I'm gonna get a raise, get a place, and get my own fucking life, or die trying.
I don't really bother with vf too much anymore, so gimmie a ring. Fans, friends, and pranksters are welcome: 253-221-7010 Mood: Unknown. Music: Project playlist.
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) I'm gonna move back in with her in a couple weeks here and try to use the time to amass money/weasle back into college, so I can try again and take another, BIGGER, HARDER stab at the world. 
