Well, this may seriously be my last post for a few weeks. I'm movin' out of my mom's place and in with Dre on Thursday. The plus side is that I'll be with a friend, the down side is that there is no phone line or means of communication of any kind in the apartment. So i'll be incommunicato for a while. *shrugs* Ah well, at least I won't be fucking lonely as shit anymore, just bored.


To those that matter, you know where I'll be staying at, drop by whenever you wanna make my day. Anyone that takes the time to do so will receive some fine fine lovin from yours truly. *thumbs up*


I shall return in a few weeks, I fucking hope.

And another great thought occurred to me when I was milkin' the clock on friday.


When you have 2 people working by themselves, being trusted to do work, and getting paid by the hour, you basically get paid for doing whatever you want!


For example,Friday, I started work at 9am, came back to my place around 9:30am and watched a little tv while I made a pizza! I got PAID to make a pizza and watch tv! And i still got some work done later! Damn, I'm good. Near the day's end I came back to my place yet again to watch some porn! I got PAID to watch some porn!


Haha, im just fuckin around.

Well, I lucked out today. I didn't come into work, but neither did my super(visor). Yea, that place I work at isn't so much "organized" as it is "just chill and do whatever the fuck you want, whenever the fuck you want." Christ, this is the job to die for. Why, on friday I spent about 2 hours leafblowing, one hour de-weeding gardens, and about 3 hours driving around the place on a golf-cart, pretending to be working. My supervisor went on a 4 hour lunch break! *thumbs up*


At the Batchelder Estate, productivity is our middle name. Actually, "Productivity" and "Sarcasm". Keep that shit on the down-low, playah.

This may just be the sweetest job I've ever had. Oh wait, it's the only real job I've ever had...


Peace out, my hombres.

I'm just gonna go out on a limb here and say "Damn, driving fucking rocks."


I don't really have that many problems, my big one is that I kinda forget to use my signal when turning and stuff, but for my first day of actual driving, i think I did alright. *nods*


Well, i may or may not have to go to work tomorrow, seeing as how it's a holiday and all. I think I'll just stay in bed and see what happens...


Peace

Wow. I can't wait to fucking move out. In retrospect, yesterday blew the big one. Couldn't get online until like, 11 pm, and I had nothing to do all day. Dammit, i wasted an entire day. I hate living in the middle of fucking nowhere. *shrugs* Ah well. At least I have somewhere to stay, i guess.


As previously aforementioned, I got my learners permit, and I plan on gettin my liscence (Sp?) sometime this week. This obviously means that Im gonna have to get some practice driving in, then Ill go take the test. Slowly but surely, my friends. Slowly but surely Im becoming less of a loser. *nods*


Adieu

Haha, so, yesterday I realized something very profound: "Oh dear sweet Jesus Up in Heaven, how I hate Harry Potter!"


I hate it so much, in fact, that I wrote a rant about it on Shitstained. The rant is actually meant to seque into the re-written version that I am currently working on. J.K. Rowling, kiss my ass and suck on this shit:





Hell yea, my own version of Harry-Fucking-Potter. Harry Potter: Reloaded. Hopefully J.K. Rowling and Warner Bros. doesn't decide to sue me. *shrugs*

Ugh. So I feel really ineffectual, especially last night. Friends havin' troubles and I was too drunk to do anything, be it giving comfort or whatnot. Kinda makes me wish I wasn't an alcoholic....*shrugs* whatever. I wish I had some weed.


Fuck, today I had to "leafblow" my landlord's parking lot area and pool deck. It took me about 2 1/2 hours, and obviously I had to lug the damn thing around the whole time. My whole fucking body's sore. Ah well. I'm out, I need to go somewhere, I don't really care where. Maybe I'll make the three hour walk to my dad's house so I can get stoned with my bro. *shrugs*


Peace out.

*shakes head sadly*


Going to work with a hangover really blows.

okm, as a minuetly update on my night, i feeli nclijed to say............"damn....am i eve r so fucked up/."


along with these amazing notes, i need to add "wow...i mean........no ...wow......am i a fucking oser or what,..........."


yea, oh well, a few more screqwdrivers and i wont even remember how lonely and epressed i am!!! woo! adiios hombres.Q@Q!!

awwwwe fuck. idont raea;;y know what to post,. im so fucking bored. and drunk, yea. im soe fucking bored and runk i coud fucking die. hly christ fuck. i hope i can get online tomorrow so that i can delete thus mindless shit.......

Well, in retrospect, this day went fairly well. Except for the fact that, ya know, I'm running out of excuses to use my mom's computer and I gotta go to work tomorrow. Hmm, I think I'm gonna get drunk. Well, I guess I'll be going in to work tomorrow with a hangover! *thumbs up*


Peace, again.

Well, life is slowly geting better for some.


Yesterday I got my learner's permit. And since im 18, all I really need to do is go for a little practice driving, learn the rudimentaries of the whole "driving" business, and then I can go grab my liscence. Oh yea, I also got a job. I guess if I had a title it would be "Assistant Caretaker of the Rich Dick Landlord's Estate". Yea, general maintenance around my asshole landlord's estate. Anything from "vacuuming" out a pool to weeding fucking gardens. The plus side is, because the place is indeed an "estate" it means it's big. Because of this aforementioned "bigness" i get to drive around the fucker in a golf cart, going from one inane task to the next. How did I spend the first two hours on the job? You're godammed right. I drove all around that bitch, speeding, in a golf cart. *thumbs up* I fucking love this job.


Oh yea, did I mention there's gardening shit involved? Yea, I know next to nothing about gardening. Take this afternoon for example. The head caretaker charged me with weeding a garden and spraying some fruits and veggies with some miracle gro. Suffice it to say, I probably miracle groed the weeds and destroyed the entire population of strawberries and rasberries and canteloupes and carrots and squash and tulips and petunias and whatever-the-fuck-else they have growing in that shit. *nods*


Stupid rich fucker doesn't need to be growing shit anyways, he can just go buy shit at the store. *eyeshift*


Until I return, I bid you adieu.


Peace

There's nothing worse than not being there for someone.