Is anyone still out there?
It was my birthday. Bryan took me out for sushi, mostly because I demanded it, but he ended up enjoying his giant anime-bowl of ricey chicken anyways. We went to some thrift stores and found a Backstreet Boys CD, a Stephen Hawking book, two pairs of shoes, and a Japanese import DDR game for PS1 that is evidently worth around $50. We paid $1 for it. Having a birthday means I don't have health insurance anymore. A second time. Well, that was a good nine months I didn't have to worry about bodily injury while it lasted.
I realized the other day that I've been at GameStop almost three years in the lowest position possible. That kind of made me want to throw myself off a bridge considering I seem to have lost entirely that maniacal hope I used to have for the future. Currently living out "the future". Blargh.
Nothing else of note. My car stopped letting me talk to it. A stuffed pig wearing cat ears is staring at me from the bookshelf. These may seem like the inane ramblings of a delirious asshole, but they're actually quite literally true. Goodnight.
I realized the other day that I've been at GameStop almost three years in the lowest position possible. That kind of made me want to throw myself off a bridge considering I seem to have lost entirely that maniacal hope I used to have for the future. Currently living out "the future". Blargh.
Nothing else of note. My car stopped letting me talk to it. A stuffed pig wearing cat ears is staring at me from the bookshelf. These may seem like the inane ramblings of a delirious asshole, but they're actually quite literally true. Goodnight.