oh yeah

Dearest Ghost Reader,

i quit my job. i rejoiced when i snarked up enough guts to put in my 2 weeks, i even laughed & threw a mini party with a couple of crack rocks & chardonnay.  i loved it. then when my name wasn't on the schedule, i didn't panic. i didn't say 'I NEED MONEY MOTHER CUNTHEADS..TAKE ME BACK'..i smiled & i said my goodbyes serene-like. i was calm. i walked out of the resaurant, my dignity held up high..had no idea that this dignity would be the rope that i would later tie into a noose to hang myself with, now that i am currently dumpster diving for change. i have a applied to about 10 different places. i have cleaned out my piggie bank to buy some reds. i have bummed around, asked my parents for gas money, and i'm thinking about selling things..like...my body.

dear dear ghost reader, money is essential. don't forget that, not even for pride! don't sit the gazing off into the sun..eyes wide with a silent rage as you walk slowly towards a strip club called 'Baby Dolls' [M.hell] for employment.  please...please...lick your money for me & tell it i love & miss it.

Regretfully,
    Loonuhtick.