why don't you do me a courtesy and KILL ME?!?!?!?!
haha that show is fucking grand...greg the bunny is what i speak of...if you haven't seen it, acquire the double cd set immediately...IMMEEEEEDIATELY!
just got back from an interview of best buy...haha, silly...but the people were actually really nice, and i'd probably be in the media section with the movies, music, and video games...three things i know a good amount about, so that wouldn't be bad...well, i don't know about the movies...i don't really know THAT much about movies...sarcasm is key here, kids...and it would be better than fucking west suburban bank...they can go suck a big one...and them waiting to call me back after my returning their call is gonna bite them in their sorry asses when i have a job elsewhere and they're gonna have to find some random person and waste money and time on training them...bastards, they deserve it...i told caitlyn's mom that the only reason i would work there would be to avenge her, but they don't even deserve my time and effort even if it's for that reason only, so they shall get none...and now that i have said all of this, i will not get the job at best buy and the bank will call me back and i will be stuck there for the rest of ever like fred's twisted eternity in lost highway and then i'll turn into balthazar getty and gary busey will be my dad and henry rollins will try to act like my prison guard but will fail miserably and robert blake will follow me around and make me call my own house from his cell phone to talk to him through the phone at my house even though he's standing right in front of me and i'll be forced to watch pornos with marilyn manson in them...nice work, ass...but then i'd get to totally have tons of sex with patricia arquette...maybe that wouldn't be so bad...
wheatland is still lame, but i'm really starting to just get over it...and if i have another job, at least i'll have social interaction with people my own age and will be making money which are the two things that i need to rectify my mood which has become intolerably sour...i can't even stand me, so i don't know how anyone else can right now...
got some ridiculously sweet emails from my professors...i love hearing from them...and kenny with that "little film called the pacifier"...that man makes smile until my face hurts...and don totally doesn't hate me, which is good because i warned him that i would stalk him until he put a stop to the hate...
overall, things are looking a little bit brighter and i'm feeling a little bit happier lately...'bout damn time...
just got back from an interview of best buy...haha, silly...but the people were actually really nice, and i'd probably be in the media section with the movies, music, and video games...three things i know a good amount about, so that wouldn't be bad...well, i don't know about the movies...i don't really know THAT much about movies...sarcasm is key here, kids...and it would be better than fucking west suburban bank...they can go suck a big one...and them waiting to call me back after my returning their call is gonna bite them in their sorry asses when i have a job elsewhere and they're gonna have to find some random person and waste money and time on training them...bastards, they deserve it...i told caitlyn's mom that the only reason i would work there would be to avenge her, but they don't even deserve my time and effort even if it's for that reason only, so they shall get none...and now that i have said all of this, i will not get the job at best buy and the bank will call me back and i will be stuck there for the rest of ever like fred's twisted eternity in lost highway and then i'll turn into balthazar getty and gary busey will be my dad and henry rollins will try to act like my prison guard but will fail miserably and robert blake will follow me around and make me call my own house from his cell phone to talk to him through the phone at my house even though he's standing right in front of me and i'll be forced to watch pornos with marilyn manson in them...nice work, ass...but then i'd get to totally have tons of sex with patricia arquette...maybe that wouldn't be so bad...
wheatland is still lame, but i'm really starting to just get over it...and if i have another job, at least i'll have social interaction with people my own age and will be making money which are the two things that i need to rectify my mood which has become intolerably sour...i can't even stand me, so i don't know how anyone else can right now...
got some ridiculously sweet emails from my professors...i love hearing from them...and kenny with that "little film called the pacifier"...that man makes smile until my face hurts...and don totally doesn't hate me, which is good because i warned him that i would stalk him until he put a stop to the hate...
overall, things are looking a little bit brighter and i'm feeling a little bit happier lately...'bout damn time...