financial systems that make use of abortion-torture and thanksgiving

i'll just start off that i'm leaving the status of my job as being horrible. i discovered that i will partake in things i hate if at least $5.50 is involved because of it. i didn't sleep last night because i had the great idea to stay up with my 'tard - Mark - and meet the moring rays of the day head on, which turned into a lumpy, unsatisfying idea after Mark and i tried to get past the intersection of the lloyd and burkhart. Walmart was a scary place with scary people at 5:15 this morning.
then i went to work....and that was hell...
i won't get into it because i have yet to go to sleep.

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i hate my job

hang of it

Got back from IU to see bright eyes about a few hours ago
dear lord, the end made it the best damn show i'd ever seen
he played this one great song with 'shit' in its title. it's like 10 minutes long. he was piss drunk, but wasn't mean.
he just seemed so happy that people who could hear were around.
goddamn it was the loveliest sound
as he
got into the music and you could hear his raw feelings
made me believe again that there was hope
some stock in human beings.
now, it's the trip's end and i'm back to this deadend
town but i'm still not angry 'cause my ears haven't yet given up the sound.
on the way back we were driving so fast and i couldn't keep my eyes awake
driving 115 on the highway with a mental movie of a slower processional wake,
but we all got back okay in our duel stationwagon and toyota caravan.
And it was so good.

hip-hop as a minor

there haven't been any real updates in my life because i work in a beauty supply store which has various fumes in it that get my high during the course of my 8 to 11 hour shifts, which means that i forget about things even thought they are important - things like kait and i getting in fights over dead skin, my brother and i hanging out in rl, my mom and i not talking, and so on and so on. But right now, all i want to do is play video games and, a bit later, my viola because it's so nice coming back to a room of silence with angry glares, and making noise loud enough to drown out the protest

U.S.L

i remember a bunch of times that ive made a promise to not do something because i have this reason
some indescribable feeling that can be dumbed down to feeling above child's play
but i can also remember forgetting that feeling that struck me
every time i felt like being a liar
and it sucks
because i feel that feeling right now and i know that it wont last
because i cant really imagine myself keeping a promise sad

Manly-man

I work at a Beauty Salon by my house now...

i don't even know how to react

but you all should go here


call me a dick later... i know you'll want to ^_^