dues

Mercury doesn't go retrograde until July 4th but MAN does it feel like it's on right now...

I stabbed myself in the foot over the weekend. My paycheck was lost in the system last week, and even then they are paying me for work I did almost a month ago. The toilet here at the office is running on low water pressure and takes ten years for one flush. My computer at work is on the fritz every other day, and I keep getting lost on the commute home.

Fucked-up things are happening not just to me but to others.

And to top it all off, it has been getting hot as a mug in Southern Cali.


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I disabled the comments on this blog. No one leaves comments anymore, so fuck all y'all who never left a comment for me. You suck.

Believe it or not, I'm actually not in a bad mood. I can't say it's a good mood, but it ain't bad either.

I don't drink coffee anymore. I think this has had a positive effect on my sleeping patterns, especially in regards to adjusting to this new schedule.

I've been keeping busy. I've been focusing on my goals.

I plan to be out of debt by the end of the summer.

Hooray.


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My homegirl J from NYC is out here on the West Coast, but she is up in San Francisco right now. I think she is working on some project for MTV or something.

She is the one person I've been jonesing to see lately. I've known her almost all of my life. She has been my one true confidante and a source of constant inspiration.

We just laugh our asses off when we get together.

I plan to visit J and her husband in NYC sometime later this year. It will be the first time I've been to New York since 1999.

This new job has opened up many possibilities for me. I think everything is going to work out fine.

I think...


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The end of the month will be a turning point for me. When I get that first big check, I already have the money rationed and allotted for certain things.

I will pay off the majority of the $1,000 debt. I will buy the animation program I have been lusting after, and I will start looking for airfares to the East Coast.

By the end of August, I will have enough money to fix my Ford Escort, which has been sitting in my garage for three years. I don't really care about the car, but I need to get it the fuck out of my garage.

Now is the time. I've been waiting for this day for five years.

I paid my dues, and now it's time to reap what I have sown.

I apologize if this post seems terse, detached or dispassionate. I'd write more but I don't want to jinx anything.

I'm so close to liberation that it's scary.

Wish me well.