Still stuck...

Here I am, still chillin' in this hotel in Texas. Man, I want to be HOOOOOME. I hate being gone, I hate this company. They're always fuckin' with me. It's like, if you don't log illegally, and if you have to sleep more than 8 hours at a time, and if you can't just fall asleep at any time of the day, you get shit on by the company. You're treated like shit, all the time. It's like you're not even human anymore. They act like you're out here just dickin' around, being irresponsible. I can't wait till my year is up. As it is, I got about 7 months to go until I can quit without getting hit with a huge fine. I don't know what I'm going to do after that though. I've been thinking about learning another skill. Driving a truck is cool and all, but I just hate the people who do it. All the truck drivers I meet are fuckin'... some of the worst people I've ever met. Loud-talking, moronic idiots who think that as soon as they leave the house to go out on the road, morals don't matter. I don't know. I've kinda been thinking about starting my own trucking company. "Cause lets face it, there's a lot of money to be made in this business. And if I start my own company, someone else will do he driving while I stay home and get paid. That would be the shit. Amber and I have also been talking about starting an internet business on E-bay. I don't know what we'd sell. Although I've always thought that selling used women's panties on the internet would make helly money. (They probably wouldn't be REALLY used, we'd just buy a cheap pair of underwear and like, rub a dead fish on them or something.) Guys will buy that shit. I just want to get away from this soul-sucking, lifeless company. Bastards.