at exactly 00:00 tomorrow.

It's an all too familiar place: 'alone, in a box, working.' Not really complaining, cause almost everybody knows about the economic situation. I'm blessed to have the salary that I make, my daughter is loved and well cared for, my dog Estella is...well...spoiled, I got Jessie a kitten and I like him. I might call him pebble.

Americans are freaked about the economy. Cutting back on 'unnecessary' spendings are waaay too far from their comfort zones. I grew up on a developing country and I know what it's like to be hungry....really FUCKING HUNGRY-like not knowing where or how or when the fuck I'm getting my next meal hungry. We all have our tales to tell, and I dont need apathy or sympathy for all things I suffered and endured. I need not share them not because I simply wont but because all those things, no matter how terrible, are MY gifts. From Love, from God. And people that rely on the blue-collar men(like me) and women for taxation so that they may recieve their wellfare checks(to be spent for booze and dope) in a timely fashion can suck my balls. Chevy...or as I like to call them "Chubby" (Cause they just fucked us)will be utilizing their most fuel efficient cars and trucks for their first class trip to the fiery chasms of hell. eu-phe-mism *sticks out middle finger*

Cynical, angry, exhausted are the best adjectives to describe me today. I work hard on my job and I do my job well. But seems like no matter what I do, I stand tippy-toe on the lake bed to keep my breather out of the water. I have no regard for myself, my own well-being as long as my family is well and provided for. If you're family, you'd know what I'm talking about.


Anyway, gotta go. I need to work so Tyrone can buy more crack on payday.