rock climbing with shim was postponed to today. had fun, but it was hard belaying her. keep getting dragged forward. that fat cow.
i have decided... heck with money, i don't care. tmr's camp will pay my bills for this month and the last, and this will be my friggin' last camp. i'll give my best to it, which will be more than can be said for my previous camp. new town sec... but it was a screwed up school anyways. i know, not an excuse.
then i'll retire with lib and cheryl, and make money selling tissue paper in underpasses.
right, waiting for tmr. back to the world where 'fuck you, bitch' is an affectionate endearment. like, literally, not sarcasm.
