Well, the date looms... December 1, 2007 I will be jobless. I really don't know what I'm going to do with myself. I hate being forced into action, into doing something that I don't fucking want to do because I have no other choice. The reality is I have no other income than my job, no monies from people no longer in my life. This is for the best, I know.
Even though I asked for the information, I really do not want to be a paralegal, a nurse, a radiographer or a dental hygienist*. Fuck. Fuckity fuck. The reality is I have to pay bills and take care of a little boy alone. I hate this fucking place.
*or an aesthetician either. I forgot that one.
