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Total meltdown at work.
I wanted to quit, put my two weeks notice, and say fuck you guys.
Work has to start getting better or I'm out.
I can't do that shit.
Its the only place that I yell, scream, fight, bitch, feel used, feel like a tool, and want to punch people.
Whenever friends come to visit, I instantly feel better.
Its like rememebering why I actually like life.
Seriously, this job is turning me into a bitter human being.
Natalie came into work when I was about to leave.
She gave me a much needed hug.
I went to meet my upstairs neighbor.
We talked about music, I told this girl I liked local bands, punk, and a few other bands I could think of.
Her face lit up and she asked me what I thought of the new Green Day album.
I went home and didn't work on my essay.
Instead I hung out with Mike D on the internet.
Someone told me that the internet was the shittiest place to hang out.
In light of that, we decided to get together with Meghan (if she wants) and have a kitchen type style get together.
I went to Musicstop the next morning.
I looked at all the pretty guitars and decided I want one.
But before I do that, I seriously need one of my friends to agree to teach me something, anything.
Not just tell me I can tune my guitar on dial tones.
We sang a wicked movie on Daoism , with the AWESOME 70's leisure suits.
Those need to make a comeback and fast.
If I ever get married, fuck black tuxes, leisure suits.
Savannah stopped over after she was done work.
We went to Rock Gardens to buy locals baseball cards.
I went to Leah's for a bit, we smoked really shitty pot.
I came home to write my essay finally.
But instead I got a little excited on myspace.
I have webpage phases, I get reallny into them and then I forget about it.
Its your 15 minutes myspace, you best appreciate.
My roommates came home from celebrating Ed's birthday.
I guess Ed threw up all over Maxell Plum's so they had to drag him home.
When I woke up in the morning and looked in his room there was a huge pile of puke on his floor.
I had myself a little rant in Cultural Studies.
My teacher was saying that the thing people enjoy the most is spending money on themselves.
Well, in my case thats lies.
I hate buying material things for myself.
I buy booze and smokes, and the occasional poutine.
No new clothes, no expensive shampoos, no new cds, no new shoes, no NEW anything.
I decided to do an art project.
Inspired by a quiz I did the other day, I decided I don't do enough art anymore.
I think its mostly going to have to do with ideas and people that have shared their opinions with me.
Influencial people sort of, inspiring (?) people.
Work wasn't so bad, we were really busy though.
I got home to find that Ed has just covered his puke with newspaper.
Are you kidding me?
I didn't mean to sound like a mom but I told him to pick that shit up.
That about brings us up to date.
WAIT WAIT WAIT.
I almost forgot.
Scribbler and Gilbert Switzer were in the Coast.
Someone once said the coast is only cool when your friends are in it.
Therefor making this issue fantastic.