bleed out the flood

Thinking about my progress over the past few years. It hasn't been by much, but since i took the one crucial step of moving to my grandmothers house, things have (and are) slowly teetering over the fulcrum of my mood into the gravitational pull of what some may consider success. i still, to my best ability, am able to remain individual to the point where iam not depressed becasue i feel liek a sellout, but also to meet the outside worlds standards of what is bearable, even as far as how i look these days. i've lost a few pounds in the past few weeks, too. this haircut seems to look great every single day thanks to this homo-erotic surf hair wax that i put in it before i go to work. and i mean, sometimes i am kicking myself in the ass for spending the majority of that social security money, but the things i did get with it, namely a new TV, my subs in my car, and my iPod, have increased the way i feel a degree that is beyond value. knowing i can go home and play any game i want and it will look great is excellent incentive to want to get up in the morning. as does my dvd collection, no more dealing with garbage on TV and having my favorite show son when i cant watch them. it is inconvenient in that i dont get to se anything new that i may like, but it is better because i dont get caught up in the gaiety of the newest prime time drama about hospitals or new yorkers or polygamy. nearing my 22nd birthday, things finally seem appropriate.

if i keep up this trend i might jus tbe exercising regularly. ive decided to quit delivering pizzas and i would like to go into detail as to why. when ig ot the job, it was excellent. i got paid 25$ a night to clean up at teh end of the night and i got tips for delivering. last summer, that was like 90$ a night on average, considering i only worked fri and sat. in recent weeks, he has been trying to get me to pull my own weight. meaning, not sitting aroudn playing DS ll night and getting 25 bucks for it. this means, to me as an employee, that he is getting me to at least double my output for no increase in pay, and this sumemr so far im lucky if i make 65 dollars on any given weekend. p[lus, it is just getting to me, and i want out. i dont want my car to be abused anymore, so the week i go on a road trip to FL i am also leaving tha pizza delivery behind. also, with leaving this "job" i feel that, symbolically, i am bleeding otu all the blood of irresponsibility and teh attitude of having a different person at work and at home. starbucks, iropnically, has found a way to bring out the mikepasun inside that can be honest with his bosses about everythign and anything, mayeb becuase nowadays i am not involved in as much chaos as i was in previous years.

so what with my snazzy well cared for car, my sexy haircut, my boosted friendship stats all around, my excellent new job, and my upcoming road trip, i think that life couldnt be much better right now. there isnt even a single thing i can think of to be embarassed about. woo!