| check out my music page
www.myspace.com/desotomcguire
and promote the hell out of it. |
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| my brain hurts
my heart hurts
my bones hurt
my flesh hurts
it's 100 degrees outside
ugh
it's so dry here |
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| Many of you have been asking me when I'll be coming back home again, and I decided to go ahead and answer you all in one swoop with this wonderful little journal entry.
The answer is I do not know when I'll be coming home again. Sadly, right now I can't afford to come home; meaning I can't afford it with money or time. In order to make the money to come home I can't take any time off to do so. Plus my job duties are sort of an everyday gig, but I will be doing my best to figure some way of taking time off eventually especially for thanksgiving and/ or Christmas.
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| Screw you Baylor Library Services. I've got better job with better pay and more hours and it's outside and I get to drive a tractor, yes that's right I could drive that tractor down to campus and destroy you! And, I get to work with horses and pet them and play with them - That's right horses. I have a bandana, I could be a cowboy... wait a minute... I AM a cowboy...
I came to Texas and turned into a cowboy!
Wait wait wait...
Haha, I was already a cowboy before I got here.
I've been doin' this stuff for years.
HAHA!
I win.
Money,
exercise,
riding off into the sunset,
open fields,
broncos,
it's like the good ole days,
sweat,
blood,
and a side of mystery. |
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