don't drink the water
lovers,
much to say. clap your hands say yeah! has/is currently saving music for me. it is so warm to hear something so good.
coffee dilema; to buy a nice cup of coffee from some yuppie place OR purchase some coffee filters and brew my own ... decision - coffee filters. new dilema; hardly any milk to mix coffee with .... conclusion; peter = the yuppie.
work/inventory. last nite was an epic adventure of physical and mental strength. i worked from 2-9 in preparation to do inventory and didn't finish until 4am ... say 'yes' to 14hr days!!! . im not sure if anyone is overly familiar with retail inventory with a company who has a shit load of stock, but holy fuck. we got pretty stoned around 9 30 and that only made the adventure that much more intense. people weren't really talking, it was a riot house, with total confusion. no one really knew what was going on. there were about 15 people in tacky golf shirts that said 'western inventory somethings' and had these little scanners that would beep. after they counted a shelf of clothing we had to recount it. apparently we had something like 23 000 articles of clothing. what i felt really weird about though, {this going back to my original thoughts of AA being a brain washing company through sexy women and trendy clothes as propagandha spokespersons} (especially cause i was high) was the thought of; these people with beeping devices being workers for head office spying on us to make sure we were suited properly for the job at american apparel. testing how good we were in certain situations of work. and beeping us everytime we got something right. basically i felt like a chump counting hundreads of pairs of underwear, and sheer clothing. i felt like i was in grade 2 again ... seriously, everyday you come to school and learn to count properly and higher and higher ... i haven't had to really count anything past 8 in the past year ... so counting to 148 was deffinetly a struggle. ... either or im pretty sure that being high and experiencing that wasn't a good idea. it kinda felt like 1984.
lately i've felt pretty motivated to write music, and am happily discovering the difficulties of writing something of substance. fuck, i love music.
HANDS ACROSS THE WATER, HANDS ACROSS THE SKY!!!!!!!
much to say. clap your hands say yeah! has/is currently saving music for me. it is so warm to hear something so good.
coffee dilema; to buy a nice cup of coffee from some yuppie place OR purchase some coffee filters and brew my own ... decision - coffee filters. new dilema; hardly any milk to mix coffee with .... conclusion; peter = the yuppie.
work/inventory. last nite was an epic adventure of physical and mental strength. i worked from 2-9 in preparation to do inventory and didn't finish until 4am ... say 'yes' to 14hr days!!! . im not sure if anyone is overly familiar with retail inventory with a company who has a shit load of stock, but holy fuck. we got pretty stoned around 9 30 and that only made the adventure that much more intense. people weren't really talking, it was a riot house, with total confusion. no one really knew what was going on. there were about 15 people in tacky golf shirts that said 'western inventory somethings' and had these little scanners that would beep. after they counted a shelf of clothing we had to recount it. apparently we had something like 23 000 articles of clothing. what i felt really weird about though, {this going back to my original thoughts of AA being a brain washing company through sexy women and trendy clothes as propagandha spokespersons} (especially cause i was high) was the thought of; these people with beeping devices being workers for head office spying on us to make sure we were suited properly for the job at american apparel. testing how good we were in certain situations of work. and beeping us everytime we got something right. basically i felt like a chump counting hundreads of pairs of underwear, and sheer clothing. i felt like i was in grade 2 again ... seriously, everyday you come to school and learn to count properly and higher and higher ... i haven't had to really count anything past 8 in the past year ... so counting to 148 was deffinetly a struggle. ... either or im pretty sure that being high and experiencing that wasn't a good idea. it kinda felt like 1984.
lately i've felt pretty motivated to write music, and am happily discovering the difficulties of writing something of substance. fuck, i love music.
HANDS ACROSS THE WATER, HANDS ACROSS THE SKY!!!!!!!