Once again, fuck everything. - 2004-02-04 - 7:38 p.m.

There's not very much to say. I don't know what to think, or what to feel. Everything is just such shit right now.

I'm confident that this month will suck.

I hate working with Shade. He treats me like shit at work and on top of that I have to live with him. The slow season has ended and work has picked up like crazy. I have started comparing my salary to how hard I work again. And I don't nearly get paid enough.

Yesterday we went grocery shopping at CostCo. We all agreed we would split the total cost of everything three ways. The total cost was 303 dollars. I didn't even have that much money in the bank. I have my last paycheck which I haven't deposited yet, but other then that, right now I have $1.34. My financial situation is shit, and I can't even get any mods or have fun this month.

I fucking hate Elijah. I'm well aware that he may read this, and if you are, fuck you Elijah. Take your goddamn cat. I'm so fucking glad that he's moved out. And just in case he does read this: Hey Elijah. I have sex in your room. Wildly. And I masturbate in it when I don't have sex. And there's a sign on my door (your old door) that says "Remember Elijah's gone? I KNOW I DO!"

Ugh. Enough about that. I don't want to go to work. Right now, the only thing that's in my best interest is for me to die. There is nothing to look forward to in the near future. I can't look for a new job yet (but I plan on it) because I'm going back to Quebec at the end of this month for a brief vacation that I really need.

This is the most pointless and embarassing entry ever. But then again, I don't care.

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