Fuckin' shit..... :(
I dunno what the fuck is up with this bullshit.
I planned this vacation out months ago and it seems to have all gone to hell. Dora's got some junk going on, my job fucked up with my time off so now I'm in trouble there, and to top all that shit off, last night we drove 2 hours to go see Buckethead only to find out that despite the lack of a disclaimer ANYWHERE on the fucking website that the show was, in fact, 21 and over.
So that was a wasted drive. And her other friends there that we were gonna party with instead didn't call. So we were pretty pissed about that.
I mean, fuckleberries. I'm still glad that I came because it was really good to get to hang out with Dora. I got to meet her awesome friends and we went to San Fran and had a good time. But we both got hit with a bunch of crap that threw us into a slump. :(
Anyway, yeah... I'm tired. I want to go home. I want to see Buckethead and get buzzed and get a blowjob. Is that so much to ask for in life? Okay, so the first two I can do. I'm still bummed because Dora was so excited to see him. That was our big 'other shit sucks but at least we have this' event. Instead we ate greasy Carrow's food that made weird noises come from my stomach the rest of the night.
I want to go home. I want to quit my job. I want to make enough money as an engineer to support myself. I want a massage. I want to win the lotto. I feel like a loser.
I do believe that I might have a car now. A '91 Ford Escort wagon with only 14,000 miles on it. AC is non-functional, but I've got a few months to get that taken care of. Then again, I may not. We'll see. *news flash* I DO have the car. My insurance cost has been cut in half. Yay!
Why does my work have to fuck me over after all the hours I've put in there? Fuck me in the goat ass. I want to make We Are They's album. Like... now. I want to relax at home. I want to sit in my shitty computer chair and edit audio. I want to delude myself into dreams of a successful future and lose myself in some music. What a fucking emo entry. Oh well. Ta da. It's over. I'm going home soon. I can't wait for Dora to come visit AZ though. Tucson here we come!
I planned this vacation out months ago and it seems to have all gone to hell. Dora's got some junk going on, my job fucked up with my time off so now I'm in trouble there, and to top all that shit off, last night we drove 2 hours to go see Buckethead only to find out that despite the lack of a disclaimer ANYWHERE on the fucking website that the show was, in fact, 21 and over.
So that was a wasted drive. And her other friends there that we were gonna party with instead didn't call. So we were pretty pissed about that.
I mean, fuckleberries. I'm still glad that I came because it was really good to get to hang out with Dora. I got to meet her awesome friends and we went to San Fran and had a good time. But we both got hit with a bunch of crap that threw us into a slump. :(
Anyway, yeah... I'm tired. I want to go home. I want to see Buckethead and get buzzed and get a blowjob. Is that so much to ask for in life? Okay, so the first two I can do. I'm still bummed because Dora was so excited to see him. That was our big 'other shit sucks but at least we have this' event. Instead we ate greasy Carrow's food that made weird noises come from my stomach the rest of the night.
I want to go home. I want to quit my job. I want to make enough money as an engineer to support myself. I want a massage. I want to win the lotto. I feel like a loser.
I do believe that I might have a car now. A '91 Ford Escort wagon with only 14,000 miles on it. AC is non-functional, but I've got a few months to get that taken care of. Then again, I may not. We'll see. *news flash* I DO have the car. My insurance cost has been cut in half. Yay!
Why does my work have to fuck me over after all the hours I've put in there? Fuck me in the goat ass. I want to make We Are They's album. Like... now. I want to relax at home. I want to sit in my shitty computer chair and edit audio. I want to delude myself into dreams of a successful future and lose myself in some music. What a fucking emo entry. Oh well. Ta da. It's over. I'm going home soon. I can't wait for Dora to come visit AZ though. Tucson here we come!