i have failed to do this. i am siting here and there is a girl staring at me as i talk on the phone. it is like she is watching me because i am talking crazy talk or something. i want to love this job. but i can't cause really all it is is that i love money. i love it so much i will do this. i will talk to people on the phone about internet connectivity. i want to love my job, i really do. but i have failed to do this, and maybe it shows. is that why that girl is staring at me? or is she laughing at the fact that i am not interested in computers or questions. ugh, i hate this place. and now it is raining coldly in arizona. what am i doing here?

making money.

is making sense. life, it's a shame.

REPENT!!!!!

i've said it before a thousand times to hundreds of different people. most of them were struggling artists. "you need money like you need oxygen." true story, that. do what you want. but make sure you get PAID.

i am getting paid talking to you schmucks all the while. I think of it terms of pot and rolls of films...tick tock tick tock..........theres a roll..........tick tock tick tock...................tick tock.............there's a beer................tick tock...................theres a sack.......................

why is it that i can't just be paid for having funny ideas? why must i go to school or somehow prove that this can be worth every red cent?! pay me! i will laugh at you or maybe make you laugh. why can't someone just rent me as a friend, i am a relaly good one one of those! and plus i will help you make other friends! (sigh) i run away, but i always come back for more. 4 more days.....and all the internet i can handle. soon i will have the skateboard, soon.