I am totally quitting Forever 21 to work at Trade Secret today. I know I know, one faggot-ass job for another, indeed one that will pay 1.50/hour less, but at least it's a lock I'll get hired there and I can just sit around and read my biographies of Russian Tsars while listening to Joy Division. F21's a bunch of b.s. anyway, and it gives my feet ( Read more... )

"Are you in some kind of club called 'straight edge?"

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I find it rather strange how certain creatures masquerading as human beings make an entire identity out of the size of their pants. O what hell hath the internet wrought ( Read more... )

I just found out I owe the state $137. Whats up with this shit?!

No vacation now.

Or I can just work more..?

Yes.. yes. An Albatross slayed far more than Melt Banana last night. I just really dont dig them anymore. Free the Bee is eternally crucial though. Sunday is the Red Chord; I'm going to burn that shit right quick (its about time?) so I can morsh along or whatever ( Read more... )

Ah, man. I am a terrible boyfriend and human being.

Damn, I dont have enough money to go to Melt Banana on Thursday. Oh well, I'm still going!

I Google image searched for "borf" and found this happy guy. sick.
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Its official, libido-enhacing chocolates are a waste of money.

In other news, tomorrow I need to get up to the Baltimore Museum of Industry for a class assignment. That should actually be kindof interesting. Afterwards, McJagger and I are going to see Breather Resist with some chums.

In more news, Adam needs to post the Risk pics.

lookin' good in the neighborhood>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>