Aug 17, 2004 12:48
I have to be home at 9 p.m. I know.. that's bullshit, huh? I've already been sticking to this new 9 o'clock rule since last Monday. That's one week. I can't stand it anymore. Yes-- I know I need to get my shit together and get a job. But 9 o'clock? I'm not a fucking 2 year old for christsakes.
Joey called me. JOEY. This is the first time I have heard from in since he was arrested. That was like, what? 2 months ago? I was so excited. But FUCK. FUCK MY LUCK. FUCK A DUCK. Of course, because of all this BS, I can't even get a hold of him. I just know that it is JOEY calling from an adult detention center. I would love to know which one.. however, you cant even understand the foreign fuck on the recording.
I thought about him all day. Poor Joey. I tried for a long time to get a hold of him or to find out HOW to get a hold of him. I had my mom call a few places as well. No luck. Of course.
I had an interview. I doubt I'll get the job. Why would I want it anyway? It's all the way the fuck over by boerne in the middle of nowhere... at some quiet ass storage place with some tight ass old fucks working there. No thanks.
I spent the rest of my time waiting around for will. We just watched tv. He came to pick me up at 12 am. 46 minutes ago.. but of course my mom was in the living room at that moment and there was no way I could sneak out at that time. FUCK. WILL <3333 maybe tomorrow. I need a job. And an apt. Fuck this 9 0'clock bull. Im going to Bennigans on Wed no matter what my parents say.