And I get real Stupid! & U & U & U can't stop...Meeeeheeee!
Uurp, At work all day. Kinda sucks. This is day three of my eleven hour days(they're actually only ten and a half hour days, shhhh)I am feeling a little tired, kind of bored, and REALLY sick of people. I have begun this cute inner dialogue whenever a customer walks in. It is a similar phenomenon to road rage except with less road and more rage. I begin berating the customers with insults, inside my head. I don't plan to do it, I don't think about what I am saying, it just kind of happens. I use words that I would never use in "real" life. I hear them and say to myself, 'watch it Tyler. Jeez, where'd that come from?' and then 10 seconds later I ripping into these stupid people once again. At least it helps the time pass.
I am loving Francis the Mute. I haven't yet bought it persay...but I know a guy how has...and so let's say I've heard it. It is more of the same Volta, so if you didn't like Deloused, you probably won't dig on this, but I don't see how that is possible. There isn't a whole lot of fresh shit out there these days, so when I get something like a Mars Volta I hang on for dear life.
My hair isn't getting any prettier. I am waiting. I think I have been very patient so far. It's been what I would classify as hainiously ugly for about four or five months now. You'd think I would go through some stages of, 'lookin' alright' or 'hey hot stuff' but no. Apparently I am on the losing end of some game I didn't know I was playing. Oh well, if I can last four months, I can keep going indefinately. It's gotta reach a point when it looks good someday...right?
Don't hurt each other.<---that's my friendly message for the day.
I am loving Francis the Mute. I haven't yet bought it persay...but I know a guy how has...and so let's say I've heard it. It is more of the same Volta, so if you didn't like Deloused, you probably won't dig on this, but I don't see how that is possible. There isn't a whole lot of fresh shit out there these days, so when I get something like a Mars Volta I hang on for dear life.
My hair isn't getting any prettier. I am waiting. I think I have been very patient so far. It's been what I would classify as hainiously ugly for about four or five months now. You'd think I would go through some stages of, 'lookin' alright' or 'hey hot stuff' but no. Apparently I am on the losing end of some game I didn't know I was playing. Oh well, if I can last four months, I can keep going indefinately. It's gotta reach a point when it looks good someday...right?
Don't hurt each other.<---that's my friendly message for the day.