i need a fix cause i'm going down
working as a movie-screen projector wasn't for me. granted, i did get to write subliminal messages in frames (i recollect one being "anus" and "boobies"... so childish, lisa, so childish), but the longer i worked there, the longer i imagined creepy ax murderers sitting in a flourescent room at their workdesk for hours upon hours, mapping a plot to gun down small villas at a time.
so i had to leave.
fight club told me to do so.
i spent new years day working my full-time job. a voice from a concerned caller at my job said:
"you're workin' on new years? you know, what you do on new years is what you're gonna be doin' for the rest of the year..."
goddamn!
the one bright thing to look forward to is stereolab in march.
i'll be ironing workclothes until then.
so i had to leave.
fight club told me to do so.
i spent new years day working my full-time job. a voice from a concerned caller at my job said:
"you're workin' on new years? you know, what you do on new years is what you're gonna be doin' for the rest of the year..."
goddamn!
the one bright thing to look forward to is stereolab in march.
i'll be ironing workclothes until then.