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i want to not be looking for an apt. anymore. i want to just wake up in a new one and not have to worry about it. bleh. at least i have tomorrow off to go hunting.
note to self: do not eat 17 packs of smarties for dinner or your throat will hurt worse than it already does. speaking of which,i am sick. my lungs are clawing their way out of my throat. i feel like a shady addict calling around asking my friends if they have any leftover antibiotics lying around the house. for some reason this image-me in a trenchcoat running around the gettoe all shifty-eyed trying to buy prescription antibiotics-is making me laugh uncontrollably.
i finished reading wonderboys again tonight, i need my paycheck so i can go get chabon's new one! it came out this week, as did a new dave eggers novel. bookstores are my cheesecake of retail.
i made my first piece today at work all on my lonesome...two intersecting flats. i feel all accomplished, even though its nothing compared to what the other guys are doing. i'm teeeeerrified of the table saw, i was shaking the whole time i had to use it. i do love the job though, all covered in sawdust and glue and paint. we have a huge shopvac named r2fucku. and all lunchbreak was spent trying to put fallujah into a phrase, like 'he's the world falugeah champion, 'I think you're coming down with fallujah', 'Falluuujah! Gesundheit.' and 'fallujah, i hardly even know yah!' followed by loud creepy laugh.
...i guess you had to be there.
note to self: do not eat 17 packs of smarties for dinner or your throat will hurt worse than it already does. speaking of which,i am sick. my lungs are clawing their way out of my throat. i feel like a shady addict calling around asking my friends if they have any leftover antibiotics lying around the house. for some reason this image-me in a trenchcoat running around the gettoe all shifty-eyed trying to buy prescription antibiotics-is making me laugh uncontrollably.
i finished reading wonderboys again tonight, i need my paycheck so i can go get chabon's new one! it came out this week, as did a new dave eggers novel. bookstores are my cheesecake of retail.
i made my first piece today at work all on my lonesome...two intersecting flats. i feel all accomplished, even though its nothing compared to what the other guys are doing. i'm teeeeerrified of the table saw, i was shaking the whole time i had to use it. i do love the job though, all covered in sawdust and glue and paint. we have a huge shopvac named r2fucku. and all lunchbreak was spent trying to put fallujah into a phrase, like 'he's the world falugeah champion, 'I think you're coming down with fallujah', 'Falluuujah! Gesundheit.' and 'fallujah, i hardly even know yah!' followed by loud creepy laugh.
...i guess you had to be there.