LundenTown

(2/13/15)
Maybe its the cold weather but I'm feeling like a hot mess
Just not feeling all that and a bag of chips like I normally do.
Today, I realized I've been outta work for a year.
I've been slippin on my pimpin.
I decided it's because I get sidetracked with men.
I keep jumping off that love bridge and I'm mad at myself.
Usually, being mad at myself yields good results
Thinking about how I managed to get myself out of some deep shit.
Did some things no one can prepare you for.
Like a divorce without a lawyer.
Like a move from Chicago to Texas and back.
Like freelance to salary to hourly.
Blah Blah Blah..
Point is, I'm proven capable and it's time for a new accomplishment
I feel trapped inside my mind sometimes.
Chicago is a set up where only hustlers survive this big city
I feel like everyone has money making tips for me that I foresee going downhill
I gotta find my way and I have to find it fast
All of my goals are dependent upon me finding a new job.
Must stay focused and become a little more work and less play for a minute.
So, I'm sitting here on a Friday night hiding from friends and love interests.
Sending out resumes.
FISHING!