Well it seems there is a lot to tell in this journal entry as well. First off some sick bastard broke into my car and stole my chef pants, klogs, cigarettes, and cds. I would love to find out who did this, I mean come on who the fuck does that. Who steals a mans work clothes?
It also seems that My choices have not been what I would like them to be at all. I have made a few decisons in the past week which are not of my calibur, and I think I may need to work on that. This may be the time to begin cutting more and more people off. As hard as this will be for me to do, I think it is necassary.
Im still worried about my dog, whether she will go to a good home or not.
Work is as ridiculous as it ever was, and I am not making enough money to keep food in my stomach. I suppose these are hard times for everyone down here since katrina, with only a few weeks before hurricane season, I am not sure if I will be here this tiime next year. Hopefully not. There are many bad memories which need to just die for me, and I feel that leaving is the only way that will become possible. I just dont feel the need to stay here anymore, I dont feel there is anything holding me back. I have been looking for a way to get the fuck outta here, and I have come up with a few possibilities. Now it is just time to set m y ducks in a row, and just do it.