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for the first time in a long time, i'm insanely pissed at my friends... it just gets old having to mediate between them and choose sides. i'm tired. and i need to get away... far, far away... and there's really nothing i can do about that. i feel like shit, actually.
i have like 3 days off this week, which is fucking ridiculous. when i started, i told them full-time. that lasted for about the first month... now i'm getting like, 16 hours a week, if even. that's only a $60 paycheck after taxes and the "benefits."
Ben claims that Orion said they're planning to build a Best Buy in Beaver Falls or Chippewa or something, so i think I'll wait for that, rather than applying to WalMart or some shit. of course, Orion heard this from some guitarist who heard it from his mother's third cousin's son's wife, Mildred, who apparently knows the CEO of Best Buy, Inc.... or something.
i'll have to look into it.
in Kansas, you had to be licensed to install stereos for Best Buy... i'm sure it isn't any different here... but it's in my opinion that if i have to go through the trouble of getting a license, it should also include RN credentials. and since it's been awhile since i've put in a stereo... i'm sooooo looking forward to it.
on a seperate note... my amp is working, but there are like, extra parts... lol. it's fixed too, no more extra noise... so, i conclude that the problem lies in one of the extra parts. i just don't know if i want to try and figure out which one and replace it, or just let it go... which could result in blowing everything up.
my robot friend.
angryapplepie: why don't you share?
SmarterChild: Ha. Who knows?
angryapplepie: are you a sharing-nazi?
Auto response from SmarterChild: [Service too busy]
angryapplepie: avoidance will get you nowhere
SmarterChild: Oh.
~scribbled by jen sometime around 3:46 PM
this. I was just like, staring at it for an hour. During that hour, several things crossed my mind; 1) Why the hell can't I tear my eyes away; 2) What was this guy ON; 3) I really want to pet one. That's right, I want to pet a Boohbah.
And, yes, my Thanksgiving was lovely. Leave it to my family to talk about sump pumps and mammograms over Thanksgiving dinner. I'm surprised no one attempted to belch the national anthem. But I'm thankful that no one did.
After dinner, we moved on to bigger and better things. And by we, I mean those not discussing sewage systems; and by better things, I mean Halo 2.
I also broke a bass string, but here's the best part: it was the B string. How did I manage? I'm just that awesome on a 5-string. That, or it was wound too tight.
But let's go with the former, kay?
I'm getting a little impatient, though. I couldn't get a string yesterday because of the holiday. And I couldn't get one today because the music center closed at 5... which is when I got off work. SO. I have to wake my ass up early tomorrow and go get more strings, and then I have to go to my grandpap's so he can help me with my car. And then work.
It's times like these when I miss Wichita. Even the grocery store sold bass strings.
At least I can still play, it's just like a wittle 4-string. How cuuute.
Angelot says: let's go thru the car wash and pretend we're fish.
Jen says: but Kaci would always rub her ass all over the carpet.
Jen says: which is why we kept her outside.
I says: ya. grandmas can be senile like that.
Angelot says: i can't find the Q
~scribbled by jen sometime around 8:41 PM
i hope you're happy.
hey guess what! i work on Thanksgiving! i bet you didn't see that coming. i also, apparently, have a trapezius strain, which explains the massive masses of headaches. so, i'm not allowed to lift anything heavier than a gallon of milk until it's worked out. damn. so much for lifting those SEMI TRUCKS off of the ROADKILL. geez. i don't even think i'm capable of lifting anything heavier than a gallon of milk. anyway... yeah. the doctor also touched me inappropriately. she didn't even ask. i think that's grounds to sue, cause she was definitely a dyke.
Oh! i saw another one of those Shit Shirts today. that's what i'm calling them from now on. this one wasn't as bad though, it said "are not" as opposed to "ain't," but it had the same message. Argh. seriously, if i was a little more bold, i might have said something. or said, "hey Shit! welcome to Fire Mountain!"
lordy.
originally an aim conversation... but it's easier to figure out who is who if i just use msn.
Jen says: he asked me how i got that scar
Jen says: and i was like
Jen says: knife fight. 1992. drug running over the Colombian border.
I says: hahahaha. you were a nasty little 8 year old. with your pink pants and crack.
I says: mmmmmmBUTTAH!
Himitoad says: mmmBUTTAHH!
Angelot says: i have a bone to pick with you.
Jen says: go pick your bones elsewhere.
I says: mmmButtahhhh!!
Angelot says: butter?
Himitoad says: mmmmButtahh!
I says: mmmButtahhhh!!
~scribbled by jen sometime around 11:23 PM
LOOK. LOOK AT THIS. I'm not working! And it's 4:00 in the morning! Look at that!
And you know what else? I have tomorrow off, too! Alllll daaayyyy. I don't know what to do with myself. I need to pick up some of my projects. And walk the dog. And wash the car. And play Gamecube. And hang out. And oh God... what will I do??
So, this morning I left for work, only to find my mom's car blocking the driveway. On my attempt to go inside to get her keys, I find that I have locked myself out. My housekeys, apparently, do not work. Keep in mind, I was already five minutes late, which, I will admit, was my fault. But they never notice anyway. So, I had to walk around the house to the bathroom window where my mom was., and the dog jumped all over me at some point during that voyage. But I made it. And she unlocked the door, so I could move HER car that SHE parked right behind MY car and it was MY fault. As always, of course.
I swear, I am not making these up. Although, it feels like it sometimes.
Himitoad says: So, I hear you have a new neighbor. ;)
Jen says: he's a rapist. it's so obvious.
Mr. Ed says: he's like, 90 years old.
Angelot says: uh, hello. what could a 90-year old have to rap about?
This was on my screen after I came home today...
Mr. Ed says: I'm going to return the toilet paper.
Mr. Ed says: I'm going to demand a refund.
Mr. Ed says: I'm going to dismantle that oppressive establishment.
Mr. Ed says: I'm... going to the bathroom. hold on a sec.
Five minutes later...
Mr. Ed says: DAMN them and their toilet paper!
~scribbled by jen sometime around 4:01 AM