"Well I dont care if it rains or freezes, as long as I got my Plastic Jesus..."
"Ridin on the dashboard of my car. Through all trials and tribulation and my travels through the nations. With my plastic jesus I'll go far."
So yeah I quit Quik Mart. I could give a shit what everyone says, that job sucked and no I couldnt have stuck it out. I have enough cash to last me till I find a new job.
My Birthday is the 24th. A nice gift would be a plastic jesus. To put on the dashboard of my car. I hope I'm doing something for my birthday but i doubt it.
For those of you who enjoy the Dead Kennedys or just Jello Biafra in general, be sure to check out Prairie Home Invasion (Jello Biafra & Mojo Nixon). Excellent band.
Im bored and sober. A horrible combination.
A slam at the skatepark the other day has caused my limp to return. Someone at the store today laughed at me. i told them if they werent nicer to people I'de make sure they ended up in my car.
I have a meeting with someone from Pima this week. It's about time I decided what to do with my life. I'm contemplating a porn career. But alas, I dont think I have the ass for it.
Betts is gone, Fonso leaves for Cali this week and spach goes to basic next year. Why is everyone splitting?
I bought the new Bob Dylan flick. It's awesome.
I miss the old days of taking the school bus to CR, skating with everyone, drinking RC all night and then having 8 or 9 people crash at Tommy's.
Or The Slab parties, good lord the slab parties.
Or waiting till Stephanie's parents were out of town and using my lunch money to throw in on some vodka and code red, then spending the night rocking and rolling in the rocks in her backyard. Then waking up the next morning and using the change in my ashtray to get gas for the next week.
Or even going over to the G-CARC house after school, getting a keg, getting incredibly drunk and passing out on "my" futon to the sounds of Abe and Ashley boning down.
I need to invent a time machine. Maybe that's what I'll dedicate my life to.
That's about enough reminiscing for tonight.
Shower, nyquil, sleep.
So yeah I quit Quik Mart. I could give a shit what everyone says, that job sucked and no I couldnt have stuck it out. I have enough cash to last me till I find a new job.
My Birthday is the 24th. A nice gift would be a plastic jesus. To put on the dashboard of my car. I hope I'm doing something for my birthday but i doubt it.
For those of you who enjoy the Dead Kennedys or just Jello Biafra in general, be sure to check out Prairie Home Invasion (Jello Biafra & Mojo Nixon). Excellent band.
Im bored and sober. A horrible combination.
A slam at the skatepark the other day has caused my limp to return. Someone at the store today laughed at me. i told them if they werent nicer to people I'de make sure they ended up in my car.
I have a meeting with someone from Pima this week. It's about time I decided what to do with my life. I'm contemplating a porn career. But alas, I dont think I have the ass for it.
Betts is gone, Fonso leaves for Cali this week and spach goes to basic next year. Why is everyone splitting?
I bought the new Bob Dylan flick. It's awesome.
I miss the old days of taking the school bus to CR, skating with everyone, drinking RC all night and then having 8 or 9 people crash at Tommy's.
Or The Slab parties, good lord the slab parties.
Or waiting till Stephanie's parents were out of town and using my lunch money to throw in on some vodka and code red, then spending the night rocking and rolling in the rocks in her backyard. Then waking up the next morning and using the change in my ashtray to get gas for the next week.
Or even going over to the G-CARC house after school, getting a keg, getting incredibly drunk and passing out on "my" futon to the sounds of Abe and Ashley boning down.
I need to invent a time machine. Maybe that's what I'll dedicate my life to.
That's about enough reminiscing for tonight.
Shower, nyquil, sleep.