I guess priorities have changed a bit in my life over the past year or so. Me a year ago wouldn’t recognize me now, (well I mean I guess he would recognize me because I am me. But other than that, I am not the same person) and I’m pretty sure I’ve been doing this like my entire life. Every year brings new challenges that I can slack off from and not meet and new people who aren’t going to touch my dick.
Me of a year ago didn’t smoke weed, like at all. Me of a year ago tried it once, didn’t know how to inhale it right and got freaked out that my parents would somehow know and disown me. Me of a year ago was working at the Goddard School three times a week and making next to nothing with my 6 hours a week or so. Scratch that, it was more like 4 hours a week. That me squandered money on food that was making me fatter than I was and wasn’t doing anything productive with my life. I don’t know that kid and frankly, I don’t want to ever meet him again. He spent all summer driving around Spotswood or sitting around at Dunkin. He’s a nobody that did nothing. All summer with no job and no money really put a damper on everything. He’s dead and gone, and I’m pretty sure he went by Dave.
I don’t know what I did before recently. After FAFSA and the college system didn’t agree and I took an involuntary semester off, I didn’t know what I was going to do. I had just started at shop rite and that was fine, I guess. I decided that work would be my new habit. I kind of went through a total desertion from most of my friends after that. Everyone was either far away at college or sitting around like I was or wanted nothing to do with me. And you know what? It wasn’t for the worst. When you work with people all the time, you have to be civil, after a while. And that usually turns into some sort of forced friendship based on having a common enemy that none of us can escape. Well at least with the new job, there’s a whole shit load of people that work with me so I have a variety of options of who to get closer to and who to keep at an arms length. There is some sort of disjointed community friendship between us all. Unless you’re Tom O. on the front end, at which point you can FUCK YOURSELF. #tom’sadouchebag,seriouslyadouchebag #rogeryoubetterreadthispart. Anyhoo.
The new me is actively dieting and is doing well in my classes. I’m not quite as angsty, but I’m sportin’ twice the tang. The fuck? Idk. I’m gonna go smoke a bowl and zone out to Archer. I’ll finish this shit later.