What the hell

Feb 10, 2006 22:33

So kenneth, the border who got deported who stopped by to visit the other day.. (yeah if you haven't heard the story yet, you probably didn't know me when he was living here) went through some boxes of his stuff that he had left here and gave me a stack of cds saying "you want some mp3s?" So I thought I'd take them and see if he had any good songs for me to download... Well, lucky me, along with the random Moby song, I am now the proud owner of this guy's former porno collection, cd-r after cd-r of downloaded quicktime videos titled "hot lezbians" "MILFS" , etc. Actually, I threw it all out but what the hell, I mean whoo this is how I want to think of this guy, no, and what in the world would make him think I'd want his porno? Frig. The titles of that crap really annoy me, I mean, really, how many names for genitalia can you think of? Oh well, nothing like bizarreness.

I have to work at 7am, I am a corporate junkie and it gives my life meaning to still be chained to the horrid banquet job because it actually felt good today to be able to say "I'm working" ... very autonomous, but I'm sure the shine will wear off after scraping people's plates half-eaten eggs tomorrow and I'll be happy to be mostly unemployed.

It's been fairly difficult to keep a perspective on life these days. Who to be mad at and who to try and relax around, what battles to pick with my parents and which ones to let them blame on me. I guess I need to stop with a lot of the mentalities I have... sometimes it seems like there's so much personality work to be done and the key is probably in just not worrying about it so much. I want a rainy day, just for cliche's sake.
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