Making nine bucks an hour working lawn and garden at local monolithic home improvement jungle. 300+ employees, aisles of four-tier palette racks, cubes of bricks which constantly need to be forklifted then broken down for consumption of consumers. Got cool gloves. Still need magic mushrooms - mama mia ( Read more... )

Just keepin' it real.

Everybody on F-list -I've lost everythinkg == I've come to live for so I'm posting uninhibited entries sor as long as my week of free rent and drunkenness allows for,. I welcome the F-list drops as they come. I only dig people who are true friends anyway. SO FUCKINGN DROP ME OPFF YOUR FRIENDS LIAS TIF YOU TJHING I'M An l7 SQUARE YA DICKHOLES~!!!! ( Read more... )

There's a slight radial gouge on the Metal Gear Solid 3 disc I've been borrowning, and maaaaa-aaan, it's finally pissed me off to the maximum extent of my patience. With all these lengthy bounds in technology, why the fuck are CDs still so annoyingly frail ( Read more... )

There's wild hippie lettuce growing outside my apartment. Maybe the gardners had mistakened it as some subgenus of the abundant La Maple de la Japon, but well, OMG scandalous!!

Anyway, so booooored. Like I'm SO BORED I'm going to go look for a job.

Dear LJ user Funkmastaeric,

Just torrented Pocket Monsters episode 037. Please use your superpowers to YTMND the thirty-second seizure-inducing segment into a nice GIF with a suitable audio clip. I'm thinking something like Homer Simpson's "Ooooooh, seizure robots!"

I'll reimburse with donuts or something.

Well holy shit, I now own a tall-ass '97 Ford Ranger with a camper shell and have no money to gas, insure, or register it. At least my name ain't Buck.

Well, I think the five-dollar E&J brandy on sale at WinCo foods has really revived my high spirits. Eveything is a veritable basket of kittens, outfitted with a many-colored bouquet of ribbons and tinsel from the local crafts store, delightful grenades of cuteness gracefully secured amongst sequins nestled lovingly between their precious little ( Read more... )

Oh shit, it's finally come - the hopeless socioeconomic strain on my personal reserves has finally started devouring my very identity. In a vain attempt to show the world it cannot erase my mother, I've become insurmountably trapped amidst a glimmering empire of burdensome personal affects. Possessions themselves, forfeitable under any number of ( Read more... )

I'm stuck at a hard part and I'm really totally ready to Gameshark this bitch ( Read more... )