wickedflea | (no subject)

It costs entirely too much to insure my car for the little driving I do. I'm going up to the State Farm and whip some honky ass.

I keep thinking that one more week should get me past this busy time, but it just never happens. I've been thinking that for probably six weeks. And I feel kind of shit on lately at work, like entirely too much work is being sent my way. But the thing is that everyone feels that way right about now. It's just bam, bam, bam, bam, books coming and going like crazy. But I really do think that I should be done fairly soon with the spring 03 stuff.

I'm so looking forward to Christmas. It'll be nice to get out on the road, see family, kick back, and bring back a trunkload of low-cost cigarettes to sell to the guys hanging around in the grocery-store parking lots up here.

Hey, that really is a thought. I could buy cartons of cigarettes for $25 down there and sell 'em for $35 easy, more in New York. I'd be like them guys in Goodfellas, yo. I'd probably get whacked, too.