All "SJ Ranch" an' shit

So I just got back from the "supermarket," which is more of a glorified bodega tweaked to appeal to Midwestern college students with its "Beer and Milk [arrow]" neon sign all in cursive and shit. Since I am now making $350/month (I calculate 30 hours/week x 4 weeks = 120 hours or just UNDER $3.00/hour) I have no call to be all buying my personal hygienies at "Studio Quest" and such, and am nearly out of shampizzles, I sprung for a $2.05-bottle of VO5, like, "Tropical Classics" shampoo or something. Honestly, the last time I deigned to use VO5 I was straight rocking it anorexic-style at SJ Ranch horsie camp for girls in Butt Plug, Connecticut, so this will be a hella blast from the past.

Some background: having finally given up on getting a "real job" (complete with a boss who acts like he's making straight 40K more than he is, "successories" on the wall, and radios tuned to "light rock favorites") I joined up with P_ H_ Farms in Stoughton, Wisconsin, for a summer internship.

As many of you know, "internship" is code for "slave labor," but that's cool if you really like your Massa, and he ain't livin' all high off the hoggie hisself. More info on Massa and the crops later, but suffice it to say I have a kind of sunburn "Guernica" going on as a result of rotating my shitty shirts - also I got stung by a damn bee on my first day, and with my "stipend" I will net just about NEGATIVE $50.00 for the summer.

That said, I fucking love it. More later, stinkbombs.