Hey Hey!  It's me, Jojo and my journal is now FRIENDS ONLY!  So, if you want to read about my amazingly facinating and compelling life, you'll have to friend me.  I welcome friends from anywhere, I'm very open-minded and I don't discriminate.  If you want to know what my interests are read my Profile page and if I sound like someone you want as your friend, leave a comment...please and thank you.

I've decided I'm not going to delete my journal because there are entirely too many memories here I don't want to lose. But I'm going to do a massive friends cut. I'm doing it now so if you want to stay on my flist and I cut you, send me a message. The reason I cut you is because we have either lost contact, never comment on each other's journals, or have nothing in common. It won't be because I don't think you're a great person, we just don't talk.

If anyone would like to be on my Facebook or Twitter let me know as well. I'm Jojo Ferrer on Facebook and quixotic_jojo on Twitter.

I think I really done with live journal.  It's run it course and no one ever comments anymore.  I need to figure out a way to save some of my old entries.

I used to but now I'm started not to believe in anything, not even love.  All I've ever known is pain and loneliness, so that's all that exists for me.

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Am I happy? Hell no. But is there anywhere else to work around here? Hell no. So I'm trapped at this shit hole until I can move somewhere else where there is work. Like Houston.

I just found out that the IRS is doing an investigation on Walmart because they haven't been paying in enough taxes. According to H&R Block,  I probably won't be getting an income tax refund this year because guess who's pocket this is coming out of? No not the multi-billionaire CEO but us lowly associates who barely make enough money to feed ourselves. This is bullshit!  I was counting on that refund check to pay off some of the bills that I can't pay now.

My dream job would be anything else but where I'm at now.  If I'm still at Walmart in 5 years I give everyone permission to shoot me.