Astroglide

I am again on the exercycle. It and I, we are good friends. I see it
every other day and for thirty minutes, it is my world. Its like, hi,
how are you doing? Can I ride you hard? Do you mind if I don't buy you
dinner? Are you twenty dollars a month? What price bananas? Are you my
angel?

The morning was spent attempting to find loan information. My
wonderful, stupendeous philosophy degree has netted me a cushy job
riding herd at the feeb farm. All bookworms aspire to be me. Women love
me. Men want to be me. Children run my cards in their bicycle spokes. If
only the loan companies understood that. As far as they're concerned,
I'm a nice, juicy spot for a good reaming.

My troubles begain with the federal government. Rather than creating a
new ruby ridge (he's got a supersoaker 50! Shoot the mutha!) I decided
to go ahead and consolidate my loans. The government took three months
to tell me that my citibank loan was an evil piece of private shit and
thus was not subject to the natural laws of government loan
consolidation. Yeah, that unearthly wail you heard a few weeks ago? That
was me. Kaaaaaaaaahn!

I also have a third loan granted to me by the powers that be (the deaf
ed staff at isu). This isn't a student loan of sorts. Its an outstanding
loan, which means consolidation companies scoff at me and ask for my
first born when I venture into their ravenois dens and meekly ask for
succor. Well, I call up the third loan and beg for mercy. It is granted
in the form of 250 a month, which brings my student loan payments to
approximately 400 a month or more. This just won't do. My rapterous
philosophy degree nets me about 1300 a month, barely. I'm poor, mon. So
very, very poor. I ned law school, stat. That comes next year, and then,
I add more loans to my repertoire. Oh, frabjous day, callooh, callay.
The jabberwock stumbles wildly at my pocketbook.

Yesterdays foray into the feeb farm was quaint. I watched a lot of tv.
I'm thinking of getting a cheap laptop so that I might be able to do
some work while I work. For the downtime I have, I ought to be making
more money. I really don't want two jobs, but that looks like my only
option. I have put in a request for overtime with the feeb farm.
Overtime is 13.00. Nice scratch. Hope its mine.

Life with T continues with abandon. I lack the adjectives to describe
it. Also, I'm sweating like nothing and I don't want to sweat all over
my kick, so I'm going to leave here and focus on some righteous pumping.
Six pack, here I am.
~ I was not made to live anywhere except paradise ~