Ok I know nothing about gangsta street talk, but I tried.

Another week has passed by, I work, I travel terrible distances, work hours that are so bizarre I never make any contact with people that have seen sunlight. Then the money I make goes toward bills, and frivolous ebay purchases that break the monotony/misery of my existence.

Trying to save up so I can move out, but it's hard when you have a teenagers salary and you now have adult responsibilty... I mean fuck how many fucking 20 years old pay council rates? Granted my gorgeous and lovely brother and I go dutch but still he's only an apprentice chef (they only make a couple of pennies a day) and I only work on weekends, but between us we make the same amount as someone on the dole... ok I'm just assuming they make more than me.

Ok I just want to complain because bills are hampering my ipod dreams.

Stupid responsibility sucks ass!

but at least I'm being mature about it