All I seemed capable of talking about were my mother and the mundane activities that were going on in my life. As for noting misspellings and experiencing brief nostalgia and depression, I don't know if I had gained anything from such a review.

I'll just have to reread this next year.

I know I do a lot of bitching in blog form. Hell, that's the whole joy of blogging after all, it's my main self produced source of entertainment on the internet next to photo shopping goofy pictures. However, this may actually be the mother of all my rants ( Read more... )

I wish I went to the FREE Joan Jett concert in fucking CORBIN KENTUCKY!!!

JOAN FUCKING JETT!

Oh well, at least I saw Rasputina twice.

But the keyword here is FREE!

Like the graceful snow shoe hare, the transient moments of the seasons leave a physical impression upon me which can be seen as my body emits a glow of warmth and radiance from it's once pallid canvas.

I've got a fucking farmer's tan and I look like a panda.

I watched this grow for a year like a small child, and like many small children, sometimes you have to wonder if they were raised right.

Cryptic blogs are fun.

So, after spending three days of training for a 411 operator at Verizon, I came to conclusion that I would hate that job ( Read more... )

Oh leather store, how I lament thee. Today was my last day. How I will greatly miss the smell and feel of dead cow, and occasional pig...the burning thread I squish into the grain of leather to keep the stitch from unraveling, and the small tinge of pain it leaves on my fingertip...Wayne and Ken, my very own personal leather seneis...bikers ( Read more... )

Well, looks like my stint at the Last Genuine Leather Company is soon coming to a close. I accepted another job as a directory assistance operator at Verizon. It pays more and I'll be getting benefits and raises. Still, it's not as cool as being a leather smith. It's kind of depressing; I was becoming rather content making belts. I think I'm ( Read more... )

...and I have emerged as a leather smith. The pay's a joke, but it's a pretty nifty job. We'll see how it goes.

So DeWitt Photography, my employer, has essentially shut down. I'm jobless now. Apparently the company where they get their supplies has gone bankrupt, which has hurt their production, so they've decided to close the lab ( Read more... )