Where to start. I'm from Northern Connecticut, wicked close to Mass. I work retail in a strip mall in the next town over. I work weekdays in the morning &go to class at night.
[I need either a better paying job, or way more hours at the one I'm at because, this shit, just ain't cuttin' it.]
Classes at night are just as much of a kick in the tits as they sound. The classes itself seem interesting but the people are just, let's just say "awesome."
I'm from a pointlessly rich town, &with how both my parents complain about their lives I don't think we're actually comfortably affording it. Who knows anymore. My parents are divorced, &I have a little brother who's seemingly falling through the cracks of the school system at 12, like I did in the beginning of high school.
As shitty as the day to day life can be I try to enjoy myself as much as possible.
Like the simple things.
When the weather's nice flyin' down the highway with my chickas.
Or the first drag of an after sex cigarette.
Sunsets, &flowers, the clouds, genuine &honest people.
Nowadays everyone gets so wrapped up in their job they don't have time to aknowledge the things that make them enjoy living life.
It may just be because I'm one of the biggest potheads I know.
But I definitely take a step back &look around when things are goin' good.
&&Lastly, I'm with one of the best men on the planet.
I met him a little more than a year ago, &we've been together nearly since.
Kind of insane. But,
I found someone to truely be happy with.
Something honest &amazing.
I can proudly say, I've never been treated better.
