Wednesday, April 13, 2005
short and to the point
not much to tell. sat down to write something this evening, and have come across writers block. i was hoping to become inspired as my little fingers danced across the keyboard. but nothing. now i am bitching about my inabilities to be creative. what's new?
there are only 11 working days left for me, on the beach. then the job's over for the next 5 months. onto something new/better/different. i am planning to work with my friend doing landscaping work. i am back to shovels and wheel barrows. a cash job, so the tax man can go and get fucked. last year i had to pay extra money in tax beyond what the government had so obligingly taken out. that was the first time in my life. this year, i am going to get mine back.
there are only 11 working days left for me, on the beach. then the job's over for the next 5 months. onto something new/better/different. i am planning to work with my friend doing landscaping work. i am back to shovels and wheel barrows. a cash job, so the tax man can go and get fucked. last year i had to pay extra money in tax beyond what the government had so obligingly taken out. that was the first time in my life. this year, i am going to get mine back.
