ranger

times were better when we were all jobless and in school.

losing friends sucks, tattoo removal really sucks.

the holidays suck

don't be caught snoozing in the early morning hours from a long night of boozing.

things i've almost gotten fired for:

-not buying the right brand of generic coffee creamer.
-not ironing the lab coats properly or pretreating them with a stain lifter.
-taking two days off for not having a car in drivable condition.
-sass mouthing the VPs.
-dressing like a slob.

things that have seemingly gone unnoticed:
-my friends faxing me gay porn.
-extended lunches.
-purchases on the company card.
-hiding glue traps in the ceiling and hiding in general.

i'm wasting away and not sleeping

thanks, sobriety.

corey feldman

that is all.

took ya long enough

slow down

i've been racin' all my life

Chief Frying Pan

a glimpse of things to come.

an open letter to my dad and facebook

dad, you're my bff and all but please stop becoming a fan of everyone and everything in the adult film industry. it bums me out you're a fan of peter north, two and a half men, and cheese steaks. Facebook, you should really keep a better eye on this situation.

I hate doing taxes, but

love getting 'free money' from the man; the lunacy of this concept is not lost on me, I assure you.

Pardon my stream of thought, if you will, below:

All of my hard earned money is only represented by ever changing pixels I see on various screens. Why does it hurt so much to see the loan companies and landlords and cable companies and bars and grocery stores and restaurants and hospitals take my pixels? Since when did fucking pixels mean that much to me? Even the rare bills that wind up in my possession are worthless. Pretty pieces of paper with nothing to back them, just a means of exchange for more Excedrin pm. My pockets might as well be filled with egg shells and cum rags and finger nails and broken glass and dirty napkins and sticker backings and dead batteries and bottle caps and envelopes and candy wrappers and dryer lint and bloody tampons and ultra absorbent toilet paper. Same shit different name, and it all happens to be made of corn and oil and wood. Literally the same shit.

Can the wool be pulled even further over my eyes? Has this shit storm frustrated anyone else to the point of psychosis?

Something's gotta give. Perhaps it will be my skull as I pound it against the asphalt in a vain attempt to stop the madness.

see you in six months sallie mae

deferment numero uno

its a long, long free fall.

all i wanted to eat was a slim jim thats been in my car since christmas; no dice. ended up getting drunk by myself and eating nearly expired spaghetti and meatballs. viva life in the 22nd century.

red

lesson learned

3 pounds of bacon (baked) will produce 11 ounces of grease. What remains is 2 pounds 5 ounces of consumable meat.

.together we form an alliance.

things found while cleaning

glow in the dark smiley face candle

loan payment instructions

tweezers

$2.41

half a viagra

letters from mom

Mundae

I hope it burns to the ground

LA is on fire. Have you heard? Looks like a baby mushroom cloud just sitting in the sky.

This might be the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

this week I hate

batteries and brake pads. two things designed to do nothing else but fail.

Oh to be a Rockefeller.

i can't use aim

because a husky blind girl wants to be my boyfriend. maybe someday i'll figure it out.