things i've realized tonight:
1) i am a worthwhile person
2) as a writer, i have absolutely nothing to say. rather, i dont know how to say anything
i expect the 1st to not last thru tomorrow. the 2nd, one hopes, will come with time
well both, really, but you know what i mean
this has been a very lonely break. living on campus is good for two reasons: people are forced to be around me, and i'm forced to be around them.
i was going to paste in a piece of my IM with andy, but then i closed the box. hrmph
WHY AM I GETTING SO FUCKING MUCH SPAM TONITE!!
i swear, i opened my email today, and theres more spam in there than i've gotten all week til now. and more keeps coming in. f!!
i remember, don't worry
how could i ever forget?
it was the first time, the last time that we ever met
King Nixon (4:01:17 AM): possibly the funniest thing i've ever said.....
angry guy: i want to talk to the manager!
me: is there a problem?
guy: are you the boss here?
guy: so who's the boss?
me: tony danza
Hotdog Stan (4:01:56 AM): LOL what did he say to that?
King Nixon (4:02:36 AM): he gave me a look, and i said the manager would be back soon
work was just painfully boring today. i was 3-11. chris was on til 7, but he spent the majority of it on the phone trying to resolve personal things, so he wasnt much help. then he left, and all the entertainment i was able to muster for myself was playing the radio really loudly. "stinkfist" at excessive volumes is quite satisfying
lay down on my back, i can't sleep cuz i'm swarming
eyes in my teeth, i can't see cuz i'm eating
head full of noise, i can't think cuz it's crushing me
back on my feet, like a freight train i'm coming
either my readership isn't nearly as good at this as rob~'s or my choices are more obscure. i dunno
so here's clues for the two that havent been claimed from the other day..
they'll hurt me bad, but i don't mind
they'll hurt me bad, they do it all the time
began just because
my life is unrise, wipe
lyrical - did did
try to hide!
(tho honestly, i woudlnt get this one from these if i didnt know the lyrics real well. the only line that stands out is the first line, whcih i quoted last time)
at work, we have to card for beer and whatnots. so this guy i carded last night has the birthday of 9/11/1976. talk about having a shitty birthday last year
today is my last day of work. tomorrow is my last day of being at home. i can't say i mind a bit. fiddle dee dee, said strapless..
yeah. time to go, i spose. i havent even brushed yet