Ch-ch-ch-changes

So... I have a job offer.  I also have another firm interested in me.  And ummmmmm...
I got a po box and I'm opening a new bank account to deposit my payroll checks protect my kids. Yikes.

I'm freaking out. Lots of heavy shit going on.
But that's my life lately.

God i'm self centered.

Dude...

This shit sucks. I mean the job offer thing is pretty effing shiny, but change scares me.

I'll get there,  but it's a fucking long road.

Who has the keys to hot rod convertible?
Road trip?
C.D.


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