freshly sharpened pencils...

when was the last time i called home? it seems such an age and my phone is playing up. actually, i'm hooked onto my zakkie's other phone and it's been cut off. whoopie ding! i really should just get my own. the only trouble is this country is messed up. they want you to sign some lengthy contract and then charge me fortunes when i renege!!

and then there's the moola issue. i hope i get paid this month. apparently with so much redtape in this state it can take up to six weeks to process my first paycheck. for goodness sake, this is america!!! not somalia. get a grip with life. my budget is getting pretty rocky. guess, less partying for me. i can forsee withdrawal symptoms - watching dvds on a saturday evenings can have weird effects to the brain.

on the train on tuesday, i got my quote of the week from a hobo (with dreadful BO). as long as i'm not lying under a cardboard with frost every morning, putting up with people spitting and swearing at you, or finding your wife stolen by your best friend the day after you get out of the slammers where you got your ass kicked, you've it got good. told him to write a book. and i'll stop bitching and get on with my work before they fired my black ass!