I’ve finally completed this semester. I could not be happier. FREEDOM!!

Although, technically, I could, I would be happier with a better average. But I’m not complaining. Damn that old slanderer, bitter, frustrated, frigid, sterile, menopausal fucking bitch!

God, I hated that hag. I’m sure I will eventually look back on it all, being a millionaire and owning half the artist in DA, and I’ll laugh and even remember her fondly. But until that happens, I’m sticking with my previous comment.

So, I’m getting a job. You know what that means of course: “Just Over Broke”. It will be my first official job. I mean… I can’t really put on my CV all those odd jobs I’ve done. A cashier, maybe… except I used to steal the first 50 dollars the store made every day (I worked at the 7 Eleven). Filling up gas tanks… well I can’t since the company was closed for employing and exploiting minors (I never really cared, the pay was AMAZING). And slave traffic is frowned upon now a day, so I guess I’ll say this is my first job.

So, anyway, since I’m not a high school drop-out, and I’m not a college graduate yet. Working part-time in a call center, taking calls from little old ladies that have no business using the internet, or trying to sell poor innocent people the products of the hellish company seem like my only option.

Yes, I am still a whore for the massive corporations. But mark my words, with God as my witness I will own them all someday!

By the way… would you be willing to subscribe to COMCA…? Please?