luck is invading my home

I suddenly have a ton of ladybugs in my apt…

lol unblocked blog access at work!!!

Alrighty! I have not much to say right now. This lady on the phone is about to get pissy with me, I can tell. Only 2 moar days left of call center hell before 4 years of part time jobs, note books, and shy Asian girls. I am worried over loan disbursement, I have to hustle to find appropriate work…. hmmm I can’t think of anything… I may be going back to the kitchen for work. I miss it terrible like. I am not getting my hopes up however, as phone center experience leads to more phone center jobs. And I have to compete with ‘tards from the WCI and OCI. I can still hustle, I can still hustle, I can still hustle.

surprise!

You where in a bus accident, you where lounging in the back when a fucktarded business man decided to make a U-turn right into the bus, while at 35 mph! The bus I believe ran right over the gold sedan. I felt almost nothing, businessman’s sedan is totaled. I hate cars even more. However, while you knew this at a instinctual level, You can now say with certainty DONT FUCK WITH THE BUS! BUS ALWAYS WINS!

teh year long gap can be explained…

ooooo thats amazing! they didn’t delete my blog due to inactivity!… My soon to be ex-place of employment blocked the site so I couldn’t blog while pretending to listen to fucktards… ahhhh where to begin?

What was I doing last year? fuck I don’t really remember. started a radio show, stopped shaving my head (my family n friends say it’s a lot nicer), got sick of working, moved out from my apt into another *cheaper* one, started school back up, started playing records outside of my residence, got nice needles and headphones, and went to another wedding. More I am sure but I am not really concerned… Oh yeah! acid, took acid again for the first time in 8 years. Remembered why I stopped but still enjoyed it. Today I found a dead green grasshopper right outside my door… Homework beckons.

it’s her!

I want the girl from the Angels of Light song “public embarrassment blues” in my life again (this life at least)

PSP = portable DSP!!!

craigslist comes through again! 140$ and it’s already modded! my dreams of beats on the bus has been realized… oooooooh yeah Evil -has -FUCK breakcore trax to be made.

bad taste in mouth/bad music in ears

I am in a very sour mood today, I don’t feel like listining to trance. The fellow a couple rows behind me is intent on playing trance on his little boombox. This is very irritating.  Is there music no more obnoxious on this earth than trance? Is there nothing more annoying then this electronic music so analagous to what I love? What the fuck is wrong with people who like trance? I would really like to message this guy with the words “HEADPHONES” over and over. Then maybe let the ugliest part of me out and beat teh living fuck out of him. Purely for annoying me with trance - fuck I hate trance… I really dont like hating something so hard but I very much feel like this music is everything I hate about scenes. Which reminds me of how much I don’t fit in with the whole of my peers. I shouldn’t care I should be content being aloof but I am not, it’s fucking lonely.  This boils into validation… I require validation from others.  I should write out more about this but I feel like I am just going of on a rant with no point other than I am sad and lonely, even though I constently am around a bunch of people -

PS – you should also note that you bought a bike from a tweeker, went to wedding, and drunkenly annoyed the girl you like to the point that she dosn’t really like you.

PPS – You also had the universe tease you with a beautiful drunk girl with reproductive capacity. You stayed up all night with her. She would end up sleeping right next to you,  yet never touching. You had, a few nights ago, expressed to yourself a desire to be carnal with her. The irony… ad nausaem.

Fuck! I was right all along!

U.S. Bank is blatantly predatory and should not be trusted in the slightest. Everyone has informed me of this in one way or another, But I just HAD to find out for myself. Credit be dammed I have no intention of paying the 100$+ redness. Fuck U.S Banks, fuck them in the ear.

ahh! Thats why I was in such a sour mood today! I just didn’t realize it yet. Well remember, the candy was worth it…

just like the late seventies

it’s my own damm fault…

Ich Bins

I was sore yesterday from disappointment, this gave way to apathy on a grand scale. Of which I attempted to relieve by eating a pop-tart and listening to Chemlab. It didn’t work. Went home and plundered my subconscious with bourbon and diced onions.

       I want to worry about drinking coffee, but fear is the mind killer, and i am thinking quite heavily right now. Did the last 4 months just disappear? my skin disagrees…