i've decided that if i ever write a book on politics (very unlikely) i will call it "i hope ann coulter gets aids and infects every republican on the planet so they realize that people who hate fags can get it too"
so anyway i think i got a job at a call center in new sudbury... the place is called dcs and i suppose it will be alright... i'm broke so i am eternally grateful for this chance at employment... more importantly i'm just glad i don't have to look for a job anymore... most tedious thing ever...
a sonnet with words written in binary code to be displayed on an ordinary black work desk next to the copy machine the digits are made of broken hair follicles and exist for only 45 seconds just enough time to realize that i was tricked into rewriting the bible in a language that emulates the pulsing and throbbing of a dying star.
i'm still having trouble finding a job which sucks... i've been out half a dozen times and i still have only received one call for an interview... i'm starting to get disheartened...
so anyway, i'm obsessed wtih this new boy at school and i totally don't know if he likes me back... his eyes are the dreamiest and it gets me off when he drives around in his dodge neon with the spoiler on the back... i think i caught him looking at me... in other news, i started my period today which totally sucks because i have aids.
going back to work on recording on tuesday... should have 5 or 6 songs done or close to by then... is anyone coming to the townehouse on the 15th (the incidentals), the 20th (imperial street) or the 22nd? (the incidentals at seven days, seven nights)?? i think some of you should at least come to some of those shows...