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minimum wage...(cracking whip) yeah, yeah!

2005-01-24 / 6:20 p.m.
and so it is. have i ever started a journal entry with this? probably.

anyway, today's poem:
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looking for a job. looking at school. feeling stressed out, feeling like a fool.
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and so it is. 465 is getting under my skin and each day i drive i feel more and more like having a beer or a big phat blunt. of course, i'm not gonna waste 11 something years of sobriety because i get stressed out on the mutha of all highways. i just feel that way, that's all.

so i'm looking. it doesn't help that btown isn't the epicenter for jobs. it wouldn't be a big deal if i could survive on minumum wage, but i can't.

then again, no one can survive on minumum wage.

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