gems, intentions, friends, poison.

[coconutradio]

so yesterday was spent laying around and going through boxes of my mom's old tapes with my little brother, finding alot of little gems including about a million albums i've always wanted, but couldn't afford/forgot to buy. that's about all i did besides watch alot of cable and eat before i went to work. my buddy ryan was like 2 hours late picking me up so we didn't make any money. man i barely made any money this whole weekend. i would have been better off just finding a job in abq., but my buddy assured me that this whole thing would be worht it. it way isn't and i now i'm kind of screwed, as the end of the month (or rent time as i calls it) creeps upon me and my broke ass. i know ryan means well but i always get screwed somehow when he tries to help me out. a drug counsler once told me that the road to hell is paved with good intntions. i don't know about that, but i do know that i'd be better off standing outside with a bucket and waiting for it to rain money than do this bullshit anymore. sorry and thanks ryan. so i got woken up today by a phone call from my friend david safran whom i haven't heard from or seen in like a million years. i'm pretty sure he's one of the reasons i'm a promoter. i'm pretty sure he's the reason i still dig ska. he lives in chicago. i need to move out of this state. maybe chicago? man i miss that guy.
also, why do some girls only call when they want something and never want to hangout unless they get what they called for? those girls are fucking poison to me.