This is just another alone again single night.

One more day goes by in my 28 year old life.

I wonder what Carrie thinks about me and I wonder what Christina thinks about me.

Do I actually care about what anybody thinks about me?

Nobody at my job is paying my bills but me.

I don’t want to be rude though I hate being rude.

I just hate it when people act like I don’t work.

I do work I may be slow at what I’m doing.

I may ask people all sorts of stupid questions even though I probably already know the answer.

If I do be rude I don’t mean to hurt anybody’s feelings.

I just wish my dad would be happy with his life because sometimes it brings me down.

I’m not happy all the time like Andre, Howard, and Luisa.

I have my moments where I’m happy one minute than sad the next.

Sometimes I wish me and Carrie would have sex.

But I don’t even know if she sees me in that way.

Sometimes I feel so gay.

But I’m not gay because that lifestyle is disgusting.

I want my life to be a heart felt love story.

Right now though my life is boring!

All I do all day at work is picking up trash around the hotel and the parking garage.

A lot of times I wish people would pick up after themselves that would make life a little better.

Oh that sounds like real fun!

I can’t complain though at least I’m making enough money to pay our bills and rent.

But by a couple days my money is already spent.