a giant pickle.
so, i'm eating this farmer's market barrel pickle, and now i'm in a pickle. my school schedule precludes my employment working at the fund for the public interest. i get out at 12:20 on the days i can work, and they can't have me show up later than 12:30. this kinda throws a proverbial wrench (or spanner, if you're metric) in my effin' everything.
at least i didn't spend that second to last paycheck on used clothes, a chain and tires for my bike, and, oh, booze and cigarettes.
oh that was sarcasm biting deep.
i'm not quite poor yet; in fact, i've still got enough tucked away to drink forties for three weeks if i'm careful!
so there's that. but it looks like the job, actually "job", i thought i had all set is kinda, er, not there anymore. sthoo, fuck me for having shit teeth and getting sick. christ, a man can't even chew 'round these parts anymore.
so now i've got to find another job.
great.
schule starts monday, you mundy.
listened to fmu's atp stuff, knowing who did what and sadly did not comment. mudhoney sounded like shit, though, MIMDOCK. fucking jerkass.
hallgallo, though, i think i like better than neu!. mostly because there's distortion.
eh, fucks it dudes, i'm going to bed.