Well here it is, the first day of August. Is there nothing going on out there? It’s getting boring. Hey, Bob Hope died. I was totally shocked by his death, because I thought he died like five years ago. Shows what I know. Hell he made it to 100, not too many people do that. Not too many people want to do that.
I’m starting to think about what in the hell I want to do with my life, and I honestly have no fucking clue at the moment. It’s like I have about 10 different things that I want to do, but none of them coincide with one another, meaning to do one, I would have to sacrifice the other. I think what I honestly need to do is get the fuck out of here. New job, new place to live and new outlook on life. If I can change the job and my residence, then I can let the rest of that shit fall into place when it needs to. I’ve already lost the weight, so my confidence is here, so now I just need to go conquer some shit.
Oh wait, that’s right, the president I didn’t elect has pretty much destroyed America’s economy and jobs are at an all time low. Better jack up the terror alert again George, because the rest of the public are starting to catch up with what I already know. The real threat to America is living in the White House.