It isn’t that my day isn’t important. I’m sure there are a lot of useful things that happen during the day that I could partake in. Like walking, or working out, or some other activity that I doubt I will ever partake in.

I wish campaign time was back. I wish I was paid at a campaign, so I could help a ton of over people go with me to canvass.

As I sit here in the smokey coffee shop, a redbull to my right, I guess I am just musing about life. Do I really want to be in Milwaukee for the rest of my life? I miss Chicago. A lot. But reasons beyond my control bring me here, to home. I make a bit of money from steadfast networks and tonight I offered to fill up my parent’s car with gas. They said no. Idiots, now I am stuck with money in my PayPal account that has no purpose. I wanted to do something to make myself feel worth a little more than the guy who is living in their house and eating their food. I know they don’t mind, and I am very appreciative, but I don’t want to be here. I’m sad that I’m here.

Everywhere I look I see the exact thing. I’m annoying but useful. My ideas are genuinely good, but never implemented. My ideas are valuable, but need to be run through someone else before they see the light of day. This site has to be dangerous. I should add a bit ass warning to the header you see above this site. “Warning: this is unfiltered.”

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