BLEH
seriously. place just saps all of my motivation to do anything.
i haven't even made a new stepchart or shitty song in weeks.
kinda hope it's just this house, since we're getting an apartment soon. no idea what or where yet, just we need out of this sorry excuse for a livingspace. i mean seriously, all it is is dust and flies and dumb dogs and Kami's aunt either A. complaining about something really stupid or how she has no money because she buys dumb dollar store shit all the time, B. asking for money, C. telling us about some stupid news story from two days ago that everyone knows already, or D. telling us the same fucking stories she has 43253246 times before, because apparently only 3 interesting things ever happened to her, and she's going to make sure that we can recount them by heart. i mean, i've got a pretty long fuse, but it's about run out here. and nevermind the fact that i have to put shoes on almost every time i leave our room so i don't get covered in dust or step in cat piss.
fuck.
i'm sure a lot of this is unsubstantiated griping, but isn't that what this site is for.
and i need to go to work in like 20 minutes. god i hope it's busy enough for them to not send me home early again. i don't get enough hours as is.
on the plus side of things, got a new ps2, and everything loads great now, except things that were on fujifilm dvd's, need to reburn those. also the GTA IV special edition is completely worth the extra $30 if not just for the duffle bag and case. got a new phone that doesn't suck now, find me on aim or something if you want my new number.
oh, and we started watching 8th MS Team, quite good so far, about a third of the way through the series.
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there was a hole here.
then it got clogged up with dust and mexicans.
the hole threw up around itself, thus Lubbock was born.