the Shakedown: slang. "a thorough search of a place or person." (dictionary.com)
And I'm not looking back
Friday, Sept. 10, 2004 at 11:23 am
Welp, I did it. I put in my notice at my day job. It's official. It's final. There's no turning back. In three weeks, I will basically be unemployed. And you know what?
It feels fucking awesome! Liberating even! I love it. I'm ready for the change. I'm ready for the challenge. I'm ready to start making my fortune!!
But I'm curious. . . is "welp" a word?
P.S. Someone please get on yahoo messenger and entertain me: ampks
Money is the root of my (in)sanity
Thursday, Sept. 09, 2004 at 12:06 pm
Nobody in my family has ever had a lot of money. I come from pure working class people. Everyone I know works a steady job and lives basically from one pay check to the next. Lots of people live their entire lives this way and there is absolutely nothing wrong with it.
But I have visions of something a little bigger for my life. As backwards as this may sound, it's the truth - I don't care about material things, but I want lots of money. I am tired of having to worry about money or the lack thereof. I'm tired of worrying about if I'm going to be able to buy food or pay my mortgage.
I want to have more money than I know what to do with. I want to be able to fly to Detroit (I love you Bob!!) or Las Vegas or Miami on a moments notice and take two or three of my friends with me. I want to be able to buy everyone in my family kick ass presents for Christmas. I want to buy my parents matching SUV's and pay off their house for them. I want to be able to eat out any fucking time I want and NOT at McDonald's everytime. I want to buy as many purses as I desire and not worry about busting my budget.
This is my dream and I'm ready to take the necessary risks and steps to make it happen. I want a new life. I want a new and improved life. I want a life that my parents never had but always wanted. This is my chance and I'm fucking going for it.
And lots of booger picking
Tuesday, Sept. 07, 2004 at 1:55 pm
Here's what I accomplished on my three-day weekend:
- lots of sleeping
lots of eating
lots of tv watching
lots of talking on the phone
not enough masturbation
sexual frustration
decided to quit smoking again and for the last time
decided to quit my job, which is still pending
I need changes. . . big changes. And I think quitting my job will accomplish that. I've been contemplating it for a year now, might as well get off my ass and do it. Real estate, here I come.
And if I don't get sex by the end of this week, I'm going on strike. Or kicking someone in the balls.