working 56 hours this week. And last night I was dreaming about work. Maybe I’m working too much.
Meth lab vocals, bob
person I’ve been reading about is such a refreshing contrast to the music industry’s auto tuned vocals and lady gaga freakshow of the last five years. Adele’s gimmick is talent, which is cool.
farm houses on craigslist. the end of my lease is drawing near and I want to live somewhere with a shit ton of open space. ACRES OF FIELDS ALL AROUND ME AND MY BACKYARD WAY OUT OF THE CITY. sounds sooooo good. I just don’t know how I’ll convince 1 or 2 people to move out with me.
Sick of the fucking macho routine around here. I don’t care about your tough guy act and I laugh about you and how insecure you must be.
Yesterday I worked a 10.5 hour shift, today I worked a 12.5 hour shift, tomorrow is at least 8 and Sunday, 10 hours again.
I got home tonight to find a card from my dad that almost brought me to tears.
And then on tumblr I had to delete about 50 spam posts from south fucking west airlines.
I’ll probably be deleting this thing soon.
And skateboard trivia guy at the bar, stop trying to act like your not a piece of shit when you drop the word “faggot” and how snownboarding is the least heterosexual thing a person could be doing. Spare me your “I have nothing against gays” disclaimer, you are a fucking asshole piece of shit who acts like he is twelve.
No seriously. FUCK.
leaving town next month and not a moment too soon.