Ok, so here's the ball game. I have tomorrow off, and someone had better drink with me! Tonight was a write off, cause I can't get ahold of anyone, but tomorrow had better be different! Anyways, the people that matter know my number, so call me! You fuckin' pricks...

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It's morning now
The birds fucking chirp
so I close the window
Wander over to the rest room
Pain from head to toe.
I sit on the crapper
Blood tainted mucus
Clinging to the back if my throat
and I say to myself,
"What a wonderful world!"

So I'm a fucking prick!
Joined by artists and snitches
Bastards, and the trolly attendents.
I'm broke and disillusioned,
Speaking to whinos, and panhandlers.
2:48 am, buzzed but not drunk,
My plate is covered in steak blood,
time for some tums.

Well I got the job! Now I can stop complaning about being unemployed, and start complaing about work again. At least this way I pull in a pay check! God do I have a lot of boozing to catch up on. This fucker has been running on empty for awhile now! No more cheap beer, I'm going right back to Lab. Blue, and I hope to god I don't have to come back ( Read more... )

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So out of all the places I've applied at, I get a call back from McDiarmid Lumber. Hopfuly by the end of the day, I will have a job, and I can put all this bullshit to rest. I'm to the point where I don't even care where it's at, as long as I don't have to look anymore. Looking for a job, is 10x worse than having to get up for work in the morning

Lower Class Brats show was pretty dead, kind of a disappointment, I thought there would at least be a few more people then that. I guess it probably had a lot to do with The Vibrators show the night before, and everyone spending all their money. We played a pretty solid set, it seems to be somewhat the normal thing for us lately. It seems like we' ( Read more... )