why is it that i get the calls two minutes before the store is supposed to open saying that there are no managers in the store yet? i mean on thursdays im no more than a lowly prep cook, i dont even have keys to the store on thursdays… and i sure as hell don’t know the safe combination or how to turn ion the ovens and such. no, not on thursdays. so why do i get called rather then oh, i dont know, the owner of the store? because of common household idiocy. thursdays for me are all about mindless vegetable cutting and dough making. i cant make decisions today. now i’m not ever gonna do my laundry…off to work i go.

her love is like a cat playing with a stuffed frog.

it’s thrown away, but always manages to find it again.

i am in an abusive relationmship, i am fo

i made a new friend tonight while eating a late night pb&j. i gave the tiny pure white kitten the rest of my milk. its hard to describe the sound of cat tounge lapping up milk off of concrete whilst it simultaniously purrs. my last paycheck is once again bringing about thoughts of leaving town…

last night it was steve vs everyone on deep sea vs space exploration and which is more worthwhile.

tonight it was sherwin vs vaun as to which was more suited to wooden ramp construction, nails or screws.

i live in a house full of engineering students, its killing me. i love it.

i still dont know how to deal with this, its my first friend death. ive always taken a very analytical approach to life and death, accepted it as an unavoidable occurance and not thought about it furthur than that[hence the no future deal…]. i didnt cry when my grandfather died, nor when the neighbor hood kid i loked up to the most did, nor when we put my first dog to sleep. i dont see death as a sad thing, regardless i can decide if the way i feel right now is acceptable or just wrong, steve could barely hold himself together as he told me. he wasnt the closest friend, we rode bikes together in the morning, go for drinks every so often, we were just getting to the stage where we had started running into each other out of randomness and there was no more akward “don’t know you to well” exchanges, just the sort of easy discussions you have with anyone you know. i took him to his first abandoned pool to ride on july fourth, we rode till sunset and then drove back to boulder, where i discovered my keys were gone….without a second thought he offered to drive back to denver and look for them in the dark. wouldnt even accept gas money for the longer trip. i dont feel sorrow, just loss.

shits fucked up, what the fuck happened? we’ll miss you.

i was supposed to go out for a roomates 21st birthday tonight, but instead sherwin steve and i sat in front of the tv and watched law and order, then i gave up on quitting smoking, then jack entered the picture…

now its 1:30 and im watching eraserhead and waiting for a call.

but i got a new bike. its a commuter, but a fast one…

p.s. thank you george w. for killing roadtrips. further reasearch on train hopping go now!

if you care, like i care, there are new stuntrock tracks on his myspace page

to either my old roommates or the new residents of my previous home.

for blowing out my speakers.

is it still child pornography if they’re pictures of you?