I got drunk again. Stumbled outside the Teen Center. Nearly got run over by some asshole ( Read more... )

Not sure who the hell reads this journal anymore, or who the hell cares ( Read more... )

I have to get out of this apartment. First, I have to shower, change my clothes, and maybe put on some deodorant, but then I have to get out of this apartment. I've barely left except for errands. My hair needs cutting, I need a shave...

I'm going out tonight. Somewhere. I don't care. I haven't done anything with myself in two weeks...

Dennis is kinda a funny drunk. 'course, we couldn't talk much, but I kept Notepad open on the computer and he typed me messages. Heh. He'd grab stuff and start floating it in funny little loopy patterns. 'course, a lot of that's just the affectedness of one who hasn't been drunk that often, but it's still fun to see some of that youth and vigor ( Read more... )

I'm fine now. Whatever. They can keep their stupid job, because I'm over it. Over it. Just gonna start retyping these resumés soon. Well, after i finish off this movie I'm watching. And then run some errands... But then I'll work on getting a new job. Promise.

Hm. I think the Parkermobile might need some gas, too, while I'm at it.

Huh. Looks like the bastards have hired a new guy. He's not PR, but that says to me that this whole "cutbacks" thing was a damned ruse in the beginning. They were looking for any excuse to cut me ( Read more... )

stupid stupid assholes... Just wanted to do a fucking job. Just... just wanted to see if I couldn't be something useful. I was that stupid job and they...

I'm out of pizza and margarita shooters. Excuse me.

Well, Morrigan had one of her underlings spring me from the joint - that's the good.

The bad is... well, I don't know yet. I haven't checked my flist yet or anything. I really really don't need to find out anything yet. Not without getting a chance to fight. So I'm playing the avoidance game right now...

God, I hope I can spin this.

I have a bad feeling about this.//Firewalled Against Turner, his associates, and fucking everyone while I'm at it ( Read more... )

I'm "cooling my heels" in a cell right now. Luckily my cell phone is also a PDA, and they didn't bother to take it off of me, so here I am posting. Still, dammit. I got bamboozled ( Read more... )