I don't know.

I decided to go back to school. Because I guess engineering is pretty lucrative and I could probably finish my degree if I tried. I don't think I'm going to get out of here anytime soon by any other means, seeing as how old, rich men don't like pierced women and the lottery constantly kicks my ass ( Read more... )

I finally get enough money in my savings to move out and then my car breaks down and I remember that last week, I signed another lease. For six months. Looks like I'll be here for awhile yet, guys, if not here forever. I know you're all so excited ( Read more... )

I was digging through my papers looking for my insurance card and I found an old essay I wrote for my classical lit. class. I can see why I dropped out now. I just wonder: did Jocasta's vag look familiar at all to Oedipus? When he was all up in there, did he realize that it wasn't the first time?

Fuckainw hist. I Went o BOston's peizza and i got shtit ot rindk and now i can't eaven think staraight. You lknowe hwa'ts natsty? FUckin red dog beer man. But i's cohool. I think i'm Oggoing to go gtgeth a tatto tomorrow. I"m going te thoge t the misfits sckull somfewhere on my body but i guess whien i wake up tomorrow iw'tll be as urplrise ( Read more... )

Fuck. I need to get out of this apartment. All I've been doing lately is working and sleeping and all the fluctuating temperature shit is screwing up my biorhythm. There's a party at a club coming up soon; anyone wanna go with?

In other news, my clock stopped at 4:20. Is that a sign? I think so.

Everyone's been talking about those fucking cats. I don't care. We don't have one and as long as I live here, we won't have one. Not our problem. But I'll tell you what is our problem. In fact, it's the whole apartment's fucking problem.

Those pigeons. They shit everywhere. I think it's time they went down.

I got my air soft rifle and my ( Read more... )

Today, I helped a couple in their late fifties spice up their sex life by telling them which vibrators were dependable and wouldn't break after a few uses. Really makes me remember why I went into this business. And why I sometimes want to kill myselfI think I'm meeting my two new roommates today. A tattoo artist and...uh...a hobo? Shit, I don' ( Read more... )