last day on the job. urgh. sad. parents are coming to pick me up this afternoon and then i'll be on my way to small town america for the third time this summer. ahem. excuse me: the third and final time this summer. hopefully, i'll be able to stay out of that place until the holidays come around. (hmm...except that a sick, twisted part of me ( Read more... )

last night i moved into a *new* temporary apartment ( Read more... )

do filthy rich people use the same toilet paper as us, or do they have some fancy-ass version to wipe their butts with? anyone know?

for the record: thanks to kelly, i've skirted around the issue of not being able to download aim. but i'm kind of aim-illiterate. anyhow...the point is NOW you should talk to me ( Read more... )

i'm rather depressed at the fact that the last two entries of mine, both posted in the a.m., have ended with bitchings about coffee. that is fucked, man.

this damn damn damn machine won't let me download aim onto it. my well-thought-out plans to sit and bullshit with folks while i've got ungodly amounts of "freetime" in front of a computer have been smashed to bits. tiny, sad, little bits. this is fucked, man ( Read more... )

so last night, after watching 8 mile with my mom and sister (my sister has a strange, strange taste in film for a person of her kind) and becoming...um...uncomfortable while eminem and brittany murphy fucked in a factory as i sat next to my mum, i decided it was high time to blow this mom and pop stand (this mom and pop stand being covington) and ( Read more... )

i'm in covington--land of suv's, bland houses, and strip malls. eeks. twenty four plus hours is going to do me in.

being here makes me depressed about america.

the subject line of my dad's last e-mail read: "Operation Karaoke is in the mutha-effing House!" oh, dad ( Read more... )

it's amazing how twenty minutes on the phone with my mom can stress me out so goddamn much. apparently, she's not exactly happy that i'm staying an extra week on this side... however, the seemingly unrelated moral of our conversation was that she thinks i let my friends walk all over me. what the fucking fuck?!? her evidence was to cite how ( Read more... )