Impulsive

 

Hey reader. Mouth hurts, fucked up my soft pallette on sour cream and onion chips. Holy crap shit hurts. I gotta go to the house here shortly and do some laundry I think. 

Detective agency didn't pan out. Someone was trying to scam me, yay. However I figured it out by calling them directly. Yay. 

Good news is I got a job like today. I start next week. People are going to see so much of me. May have a stab at being manager as well, I just have to play my card right. I have the credentials I just need the opportunity. 

My brain is half screaming wanting to be ok. And half chilling. Like thinking of things I may do in the future. 

I just. Fuck. So many people didn't know and came to apologize. And saw his uncle at the store and he's the same old ass he always has been. There's a reason we don't fuck with them. Lol. 

He would be bummed I didn't end up at the detective agency, but I know he'd be happy I may have enough income coming in to survive. 

Huzzah. 

I feel like a balloon. Slowly drifting. 

Why am I consoling people instead of them consoling me? Confusing. However. It'll buff out. No other setting on the washing machine y'all. 

Always

S