More stuff and stuff

I'm back from work. I work all day, people. aaAAAAAAAAAAALLLL day. I guess it's the price I have to pay for not finishing school. I work from 10am to 9 pm to show you how laborious this stuff is. My job's pretty boring most of the time though. I guess you'd call it a blue collar job. I load mail onto belts, pack it into stuff, drive tugs, bla bla bla and then I go home. I get paid low but I don't mind it because I'm not a big spender. I just want enough to buy a car at this point...

I have some advice for the kids if there are any reading this...

Don't get hooked on the internet. it'll mess you up badly.

Drink Water! I'm losing weight for my airforce enlistment and the recruiter told me to just drink water for a few weeks and the pounds have been dropping off FAST. I feel better too. Who knew all that sugary juice I was always drinking was causing me to be such a lard ass. If you're fat and don't know why, that's the reason. I'll never drink sugary stuff again. Isn't that such crap? Why are we slowly killing ourselves when there are healthier alternatives right there in front of us?

What else...

Shaving. No one taught me to shave so I had to take off an entire year to teach myself. For blacks, your beard will grow in curls like your hair and cause ingrown hairs which are so stupid. I was so ashamed of the way I looked because my face was all nasty looking, but I researched online how to shave. Seriously this was like in depth scientific research. I was determined to fix my face because I knew there was a way. Why are other black men perfectly well shaven? So I found out you have to "shave with the grain." Feel how your hair grows out on your face and shave in that direction, not against it. Use aloe vera gel too to help fight skin inflamation and voila, done. I wish it didn't take a whole year to learn how to shave, but I have awful parents... Like I said my father's so messed up mentally...

Lastly:

Have fun NOW. You might be thinking you have to work your butt off so you can finally relax later in life, but it's not true. You'll never be given a break. And the way the world works is that by the time you do get a break you're too old to enjoy your life anyway. I never went to parties because I thought it was beneath me. Boy was I wrong. It's essential to build social skills and stuff. I look like a clean gentlemen and women come up to me thinking I'm some suave guy or some stuff but what's really going on in my mind is that I don't know what to f'n say. I'm just a goofy doofy big phony and their prettyness makes me all nervous. I wish I knew what to do... Learn it young son.