i am scheduled to work 54 hours this week. i've already done 20 of that.

and tonight, after i work at the pub i'm going to pressure wash a gas station. the thing is like a 50 square yard lot.

i'll be getting home when every one else heads to work.

anyways, i'm exhausted and in dire need of sleep.

happy pi day.

i have been on an old school ska kick. desmond dekker, you are fucking great ( Read more... )

it was cancelled.

i'll let you all know if another one comes around.

we're in the pre-planning of one right now.

wouldn't it be nice if i could sit down and tell you everything that has crossed my mind?

lets do it this week as you have promised. then again part of me says you do not need to be bothered.

goodnight

my skin is red. i am sunburnt. i have paint all over me because of my day job. i want to relax and watch jeopardy but i bruised my wrist badly last night at the pub.

i should go hop in the shower.

oh, yea. valentine's day is coming up.

ugh. HE WAS BEATEN AND BEHEADED C 269!!!

the end.

something doesn't seem right and i don't know what it is.

in my years of reading i have read many great word arranged in an order that amazes and excites me. i have no talent in words. words. they're just words to me. i lack an ability to paint a picture using words. (i think the aliens or men in black took it from me when i was zapped, but i have no proof ( Read more... )

why can't every day be like yesterday.

although i had a shitty time trying to find film for my lomo camera.

that's right i forgot to mention that jamie bought me an actionsampler from lomography. right now i have 3200 b&w film in it. i hope the pictures turn out well.

blah.

nap time or something.

sometimes i don't know how we get into the dumb fights, but we do. and when its over you're still here.

i bought shakespeare's insults calendar. and it rules.