...buy a fuck ton of cocaine and play some fuckin' rock and roll.
Getting a Fender Mustang soon. Having a job is actually pretty nice if the job isn't awful. The only bad part about my job is that once a week I get off less than twelve hours before I have to go back in and my wekend is wednesday night to friday night (wed is friday, fru is sunday). I get jealous when my roommate is going out friday and saturday, but then I get to go out these days, so it is alright I guess. Plus, my main musical contributor (trying to put together a band, we are the best, trying to get other people to change instruments and things) has the same off days.
But seriously, I have spent the last six years with no money after I buy weed for the month and those days are over friends! Oh yeah, also I mainly just give cats medicine and can say I work at a cat shelter. That makes women think I am compassionate, then I tell them how I draw blood and give shots and stuff and they think I am responsible or talented or not a fuck up or whatever.