My friend's workshop was pretty cool. I was mostly there just so I could talk to him about the starving artist lifestyle, and his conversation gave me hope. I was never too worried about having to live in a box for the rest of my life, but now I'm pretty confident about it. Since then, I've been working a couple days at Sbux. I think I'm being punished for not working a lot, so when I am scheduled I have to do a lot of bullshit cleaning. I don't mind really, it's better than dealing with those yuppy ann arborites. My air conditioner is broken and I often find myself sitting naked on front of a fan. My roommate put in a work order to have it fixed not knowing that when you do that they show up--in your bedroom--at 8:30AM. Thankfully I was clothed and had declined the offer for a morning quicky. I attempted to get my hair cut into a mohawk but to no avail. I love Dwight, but homeboy needs to listen. I asked him to cut it shorter 4 times, and still...nothing. It looks pretty cool, just not what I wanted. I thought I broke my ankle the other night because I'm an idiot, but thanks to my savior RCmeadow for taking care of me. love you long time.
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What Rejected Crayon Are You? p.s. My phone is getting repaired right now, so I have a loaner phone. It's lovely and reminicent of Zak Morris' phone. I rarely get text messages, and can hardly hear it ring. Don't feel like a stalker if you call several times, just leave a message and I will get back to you.