Jobless or less a job

My employment at myspace.com is no more! Can't say that I'm not happy about it but can't say that I am. I ostensively need the moolah, but being comfortable in my school work feels so good. When I was employed I had to complete my work as swiftly as possible because I was trying to sleep and get to work on time. Now that I have no job, shit I can take my time and do shit right. 

But I need money for my bills. I think I'll manage. Well hopefully I'm a capable individual. I can hustle up my portion of the rent by the first or a little thereafter. I'm selling off all my kicks by the way so if you want some forces or j's that are in pretty good condition. Let me know! They're going to a good cause, keeping my black and latino ass off the streets! Shieeeeeet I'll move back to Seattle before that happens, but I don't want to go back there. I'll be admiting defeat and I love it down here. 

I am a little bit worried. My credit card bills are overdue and rent is just beyond the horizon. 

Imagine me on unemployment insurance. Never ever thought that I would ever have to do that, but I applied hopefully they help me out because I need it. "You don't gotta worry about catchin' a dog, you gotta worry about a dog....CATCHIN' YOUR ASS!" I keep thinking about that line from John Witherspoon on Friday. I don't want to get evicted and end up homeless. I won't let that happen, I can't let that happen, but it does happen. FUCK THAT! It isn't happening to me, I'll have my rent money, I'll find a new job and everything will be swell. 

Let's hope I'm not fooling myself.