Yes... it's true, I'm on myspace now. X_x http://www.myspace.com/shortbusfury

I quit my job today. They were offering me $2k to stay another three weeks and that just wasn't enough to put up with the stress. Now I'm just contemplating whether or not to drop off the face of the earth for awhile. First things first... I'm gonna' make a sammich' and watch the SciFi channel. :p

Work still sucks... We'll see what happens after I finally get laid off this next month. Until then, my LJ will most likely continue to get no love. :b

50 hour work weeks suck major ass. X_x

I'm not hiding... just busy. Everyone at my job has either wquit or been fired so I'm havng to do the workload of 10+ people in order to stay on and get my severence when they lay me off in march. It's a big fucking pain but I'm managing, albeit, with very little relaxation. Anyhoo, here's some recent pics from my house in fabulous alphabetical ( Read more... )

I'm in one of those weeks where you can only get 4 hours of sleep a night and running on caffeine and energy drinks. Brain is in that fuzzy zombie limbo where any and all bodily and mental faculties are running almost soley by reflex. I'm workin' all the overtime I can before I get laid off in march. Still... things aren't so bad, even if my ( Read more... )

One of my roomies got a digital camera for christmas and I get to play with it all I want! Eeeeeeeeeeee! :D

I am so glad christmas is over. :D People are more likely to treat other people like shit during the holidays from all the emotional stress of the holidays and when I see it getting dumped on people who don't deserve it just because someone can't handle their shit... it really grabs me by the cojones sometimes. People who follow the standard of ( Read more... )

New roomie brought with him an eighty pound punching bag and he's even made roome in the garage for it. Been awhile since I've had daily access to a heavy bag. My muscles need to be used and, as a guy that is filled with that violent testosterone stuff, I always wanna' beat stuff up. I'm too nice tho' so rarely do I beat up anyone and I can't ( Read more... )

You ever notice that when you look back on your life that you can look back on it in slices? Each slice of your life has it's own feel, smell, and emotional story to it... then suddenly does a turnabout and you're on a new slice that doesn't resemble the previous slice in any way, shape, or form other than the fact that you are part of all of them ( Read more... )