Priceless.

This is my final post. Everything I needed to do has been done. I am happy.

Job hunting has been successful, although having to turn down some work because of availability. I have been able to stay in this mind set; the work along with my cheque and steady medicine is probably the cause. In short I’m listening to metal starring at both this view and my chair. My two most proud achievements.

Jerry Seinfeld and Larry David will make me shit my pants laughing for ever.

higasha:

Spitfire no filter on a hoe (Taken with Instagram)

I have begun to lose track of the days, the pie has dwindled to a small sum and the honey flavoured Greek yogurt is running thin. Life is still enjoyable, happiness has returned to my cold black heart just through the physical change along with the mental. Work is becoming an issue. If I don’t find a job of some sort soon I’m hooped, hopefully my vacation pay will arrive today and next month won’t look so bleak.

I’ma eat an ass

Bachelor chronicle 1: my second day at Villa 15. Pie and dry roast peanuts make the body of my appetite along with milk straight from a the 4L. I am home.

They call me the Dog Father, walking with a shih tzu.