I'm losing ambition in all forms of my love. I have no more for free running, drawing, writing... I believe that I might be slowly becoming a pedestrian! AHHHHHHHHH!!! All that is left, is to get a fucking REAL job and buy a voice recorder. From there I can start recording bits for a routine and possibly become what I've always dreamed of being... a comedian...
IMPERVIOUSthaEJ
I now have the real job, good money, I'm the boss, nice house, money well spent on dumb shit to fill said house..... Time flies boys..... (And by boys I mean me, let's be fair, only I'm reading this)