hippy shit
my days have been full of shit lately. they've been twenty four hours and all i do is smoke pot. i referenced the vaselines in a conversation about 4 days or so ago and it went completely unnoticed. it was amazing. it was one of those perfect moments. so damn rare. anyways, i gotta speak up more. fuck; that's one thing that has always been so dreadful for me. it's more the unbearable conflict it brings when i want to believe that human beings are so smart that they can even think around conflict and bring serenity to a complicated situation. knick knack paddy whack you see a ghost and i see a halo.
anyway, i walked to the Esplanade yesterday to apply for temporary services or whatever the fuck it is really. it was fuckin' stupid because i didn't really know what i was doing. i figured i should maybe look a little decent. maybe i would have some sort of important interview where they got to know me and all. my ethics;
and so i walked all the way over there in crummy shoes that gave me a blister. they just told me i had to go back home and sign up on the internet. only one of them gave me an application and said to come back the following day. i only have $7.00 in my bank account which has gone down $2.99 because i bought munchies last night to get out godzilla's house because it was going off like a barbarian beefcake. you gotta pay your dues before you pay your rent. i want a range life and i really don't know what i'm doing here. trying to live with them. you. me. all of us. all of this. i started a new painting; i had too. my sanity depended on it.
so, i gotta start heading out of here. i have a romantix date with the temporary job agencies so i can be worked like a slave for ass wiping money.
this photo is cool.