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Wednesday, April 25th, 2007
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My boss got fired/arrested for identity theft today. She stole the SS# of an applicant and opened a credit card. Stupid beaner bitch.
I may now be in line, after only working there about four weeks, for the men's department manager position. Funny, since I'll be leaving in 2 months, but it's salary and somehow I've impressed quite a few people with my work ethic (or maybe it's my looks...). In any event it was an entertaining day.
I also found out that a stock guy got fired yesterday for stealing shoes. Did I mention he's black? I'm glad minorities are doing so well with shedding those pesky stereotypes.
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Thursday, March 22nd, 2007
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Since other people are feeling compelled to update I will too...although there's not much to report. I have no job...end of that. I haven't heard anything back from any of the prospects as of today, and I'm starting to panic. Money doesn't last forever, and my lease lasts three months in this hellish prison of a townhouse living with two people I care nothing about and whose voices are starting to sound like nails on a fucking chalkboard (to those whom that actually bothers...I'm thinking for myself it sounds like the laughter of a five year old child).
After weeks of keeping my family in the dark I finally had to explain my situation to my father, who has a less than stellar track record of being supportive. He laid all of my fears to realization, mostly that he's pissed that I can't make it to my grandparents' 50th anniversary next month. I'm pissed at myself more than anything that I won't get to see them again. It's been over three years since I've seen them, and I can't get it out of my head that if I missed them this time I may not ever get to see both of them together outside of a lacquered box. They are pretty understanding that I can't make it, saying "These things happen", but that didn't stop my eyes from watering and my lungs from sobbing. The only thing I could say was "I'm sorry..." and I'm afraid my maw-maw thinks I'm suicidal or super depressed.
The first chance I can, I'm driving to West Virginia. It shouldn't cost more than $100 round trip (given current gas prices)...and I need to see them. It's been over a year since I've seen my dad, but I don't care about that. He can just keep watching Nascar, being negative about everything, and being a racist asshole without me around him feeling my usual discomfort at seeing one person embody everything I see wrong in me and in society. I want to prove him wrong...to prove it to myself that I'm better than the 50% of my genes that are given to me by him. Fuck him.
In lighter news I had a fun time with Becky here. I can't wait to move home...I wish it were tomorrow or next week. I am glad I have friends that will be there that enjoy having me around for some reason.
My eyes are still sensitive from getting dilated at the optometrist's office today. Gettin' some new glasses before my insurance is gone...and there's no telling the next time I will be insured. At least I'm getting some stylish new specs before it's vanished.
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Saturday, March 3rd, 2007
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Since myspace's blog is being gay I'll post this update here. I have a lead on a job in...yes...a restaurant, but it's a job. I go in Monday for an interview...hopefully the connections will pan out and I'll get a job quickly. I'm not sure how the vacation is gonna' work but I think I have enough money to compensate for the two weeks I'd be gone in April.
My insurance is still active, and apparently there's a law that it stays active for a while after termination from a job, so I went and made an appointment for an eye exam on March 22 and it's free. Also, the allowance for frames is $150 and I found a striking pair of hilfiger frames for exactly that amount. It's $25 for an upgrade to scratch resistant and UV protectant lenses and I think I can swing that.
I hope I can keep my mouth to myself from now on at places of employment, or at least make sure that it's tolerable to be myself...I can't keep doing this to myself.
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Wednesday, January 24th, 2007
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So for an update...
1. The Camry is mine due to the extreme generosity of my other grandfather, PawPaw, giving my Grandpa money on my behalf. Within a month hopefully the title will be transferred to me and it will be legally in my possession. With only 56k miles on it this should be the last car I own for a while, noted that no accidents befall me again.
2. My debt is now in the hands of my Grandpa, not the creditors. As such no interest is accruing and I have been saved in time about $5000 or so.
3. Rich, my stepdad, has offered me one of his one bedroom apartments if one is available around June or July when I move home. For an extra $50 monthly, it would be money well spent to live on my own.
4. I hate living here. Jack Bauer help me I'll never live with preppy girls again...girls being the key word here. It's like living with the people I never associated with in high school, and that has been justified in this scenario.
5. Still no women.
6. The iPod is the coolest thing I think I've ever owned. It indeed helps me when I need it...it's amazing what having access to a song at any time can do.
7. I've finished book 2 in the infamous Dark Tower series, "The Drawing of the Three", and am about to depart into "The Waste Lands", perhaps beginning after I have a cigarette.
8. Home beckons, I'll be there soon.
9. New Skinny Puppy ("Mythmaker") on Tuesday, excited moi will be picking it up Wednesday...maybe Tuesday if all goes accordingly.
10. Perhaps I'll find my way home after I acquired said CD.
11. This number thing is annoying me...but I can't stop doing it.
12. "A Scanner Darkly" is a fucking cool movie. It's like "The Matrix" meets "Fear and Loathing...". See it.
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It's amazing. The track listing is the same as it was previously posted on my LJ a few months back...and so is the album title. The packaging is unique...cool as hell. I'm on the first song I haven't heard on here and it's great. Kind of a mix of old and new. It's good to say the least.
*Edit: I forgot all about this major factor in my listening experience of this new album...it could take at least a couple of months for how good this album is to sink in. There's so much going on that it left me dizzy after the first listen. I figure that I have to take it in incriments over the first week, then give it another listen later when driving or something. It's so freakin' good I can't even comprehend it yet...kinda' like every other album of theirs I've listened to...it grows like a fine fungus, the best kind of music that no one other than perhaps NIN does (at least for me...). I need to see them live.
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I've recently come to the conclusion that I may be stuck in Orlando for a while. I spoke with my father and he didn't say anything about the "job" in Alabama...when last we spoke about it he wanted me to come early and start. He hasn't been doing the ones that pay enough to where he could pay me a pretty penny...I think he and my uncle have been acting like children as of late (mostly my dad...he has a way of doing things and won't change them for ANYTHING, even his boss [my uncle]). Given that I just got this full time postition at Old Navy and will soon be getting compensated a little better than previously, I'm considering staying here...perhaps signing the lease again with a new r/m that I heard is looking to move out of his current place. I don't really want to pay another deposit elsewhere and go through the hassle of finding another place, especially considering I'm so close to work and pretty damn close to UCF when I decide to go back to school. I think Gap Inc. still pays a good portion of tuition reimbursement if you are full time...something to inquire about...and I may be able to get more help from family.
I hung out with a nice girl at my friend from work's house the other night. We sat outside for a couple of hours and babbled back and forth. She's nice and pretty...with nice teeth and long dark hair...not too shabby. I need to see if I can stragetically be present if she comes back over there or something.
Found a hella good exercise for my stomach that's similar to working on one of those pilates' balls...my abs were burning afterwards. Yippy.
Been itching for a new band shirt...want either a nice Emperor one or a new green NIN one I saw...probably will end up with neither.
Court in less than 2 weeks...and that means new ink too. Gettin' the swallows I think...finally. Going to call Travis this week and see if I can set something up.
My balls itch...*scratch scratch scratch* All better. Fin.
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Happy St. Patrick's day all! Now...off to drink a Guinness or 4.
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Saturday, March 11th, 2006
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Since my last post was a TOOL song it's somewhat fitting that this has surfaced today. Funny thing was I had a mental image of them doing this just before I went to the site and wrote it off as wishful thinking.
Here's the track listing for the new TOOL ALBUM entitled 10,000 DAYS set to be released on MAY 2nd, 2006.
Vicarious
Jambi
Wings For Marie (Pt 1)
10,000 Days (Wings Pt 2)
The Pot
Lipan Conjuring
Lost Keys (Blame Hofmann)
Rosetta Stoned
Intension
Right In Two
Viginti Tres
Jambi...that's hilarious.
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Thursday, February 23rd, 2006
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NoFx...the entire Decline...all 18 minutes of punk fury. Who's jealous? Fuckin' a that was a great show.
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Tuesday, February 14th, 2006
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1. I now have an insurance police on my auto. It isn't much more expecnsive than it previously was.
b. The tag on the car has been renewed at the going rate for renewal, not outrageously high considering it's over two months late.
8. My identification card is no longer my only form of ID, considering I have a DRIVER'S LICENSE!!! (business purposes only...which indicates ability to drive to work, school, church, and any place to maintain livelihood)
This just in time for court and St. Auggie on Thursday. That is all.
EDIT: I changed the oil in the car and added some fuel injector cleaner. Tomorrow spark plugs will come out and I should change the air filter so I know how on this machine. I DROVE!!! Fuck, it's been too long. AND I haven't lost a step...I was afraid I'd be all nervous and scared b/c it's been a while, but nope, like my old self I was. I feel so much better it's rediculous. Happy VD all...mmm, ninja.
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Thursday, February 2nd, 2006
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Thursday, January 26th, 2006
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A song for the masses that has been stuck in my head incessantly for a week...
ohGr "Minus"
Mouth of depleted is nothing caught
The trap concealed in a restless plot
Read fix equation no artificial sum
Minus addition is nothing
PAINCONTACTBACKWARDPAIN
Acting perception shaping thought undone
Learned taught behavior a brainwashed hum
Sucking the savior suck the bottle fed gone
Minus addition is nothing
PAINCONTACTBACKWARDPAIN
Street smart defeated caught knife in back
Childproof eviction trained falling through cracks
Duel with conviction who fought won lost
Minus addition is nothing
PAINCONTACTBACKWARDPAIN
Get oUt
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Sunday, November 27th, 2005
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My journal will be friends only. Apparently someone felt the need to make a rediculous accusation to Ayah that the night of my DUI I was making out with Becky. This is getting out of hand...someone seriously needs to stay within the boundaries of good taste and also stop meddling in others' lives. If you have something to say about me, especially a claim such as that, take it up with me so I can tell you how moronic you are...hiding behind anonymity is cowardly.
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Wednesday, November 16th, 2005
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Leave it to South Park to answer a long standing query that has been in the back of my mind for years: What exactly is Scientology? After seeing the...um...let me say unbelievable story that Scientologists are told after giving a lot, I mean A LOT of money and/or work for the organization, I had to take it upon myself to look this up and see if it was true. If you didn't see it it involves an evil galactic overlord (Xenu) freezing innocent aliens, dropping them into Hawaii's volcanoes(yes, Earth's Hawaii) and killing them, catching their souls somehow and brainwashing these souls (in facilities also conveniently built on Earth) to create fear and depress humans. After the brainwashing they are let go by the overlord and inhabit the bodies of man in his early evolutionary phases. Until these souls are "freed" of this brainwashing, aka being an enlightened Scientologist, they are doomed to reincarnation after reincarnation (keep in mind the founder was a science fiction author). During the animation which accented this hilariously on South Park and had a caption on the bottom of the screen reading something like "This is what Scientologists actually believe in", I looked it up. This is actually what they believe, and on top of that the founder, L. Ron Hubbard has been quoted with saying things like "Writing for a penny a word is rediculous. If you really want to make money, you should start your own religion" before he started this farce of faith, not to mention he screwed over Aleister Crowley's friend...I don't know about you but I wouldn't fuck up anything involving Crowley...much less stealing his friend's money and girlfriend. This whole thing is just gay...and the Scientologists of course think all this information is a ploy by "the man" to distract them and all of us unbelievers from "the truth".
And here I thought it was a cross between being Hindu, assuming they had a karma belief or something of the sort, and Darwinism, survival of the fittest. Now, I have even less respect for Tom Cruise (the biggest thing I hated about him was when he got the old "fake prop that squirts water to the face" bit, in this case a microphone and freaked out, saying "You're a jerk!" and "You should be ashamed of yourself"...have a fucking sense of humour asshole, IT'S FUCKING WATER!!!!).
OK, that's it for the rant. OH, Johnny Rocket's is, if you have yet to experience it, freakin' awesome! Take Steak-n-Shake and make it really REALLY tasty, and better music playing...and glass bottles of Heinz Ketchup.
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I was gonna' try and find the lyrics to MC Chris' Happy Birthday song, but no luck. I'm old...
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Monday, November 14th, 2005
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I danced...during a song I actually enjoy...it was cool.
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Sunday, November 6th, 2005
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But this is funny. I'm filling out an application w/ Old Navy, even though I should be able to walk in there and say "I have Gap/BR experience, are you hiring?" and they respond "Yes/no"...not this b/s. I'm going to skip this...but here...
You enjoy comedians who insult members of the audience.
Definitely Yes
Probably Yes
Definitely No
Definitely No
Wow...this is gay (not insulting the homosexuals out there...it's old OLD habit for me to say something's gay).
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Saturday, November 5th, 2005
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So I get up this morning and Tony's in the shower. I sit on the couch to turn on the television and instead of going to the news, which has had a way of depressing me for a couple of weeks now, I turn the station to Comedy Central in hopes of some stand up or something. No stand up...something infinitely better though, you ready? Beavis and Butthead!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That's right, on Comedy Central, complete with music videos and all. I yell "HOLY SHIT!!! TONY!!! COMEDY CENTRAL, NOW!!!". All I hear is "What the FUCK?!? YES!!!" It was great, the best saturday morning I've had since I was 10. We looked up the future schedule, weeknights for at least a week at 7pm on Comedy Central. That is all...oh, and Ayah is cute.
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Thursday, November 3rd, 2005
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OK, so my trip home started nicely enough. I went to fusion for Halloween, drank some SST's (which everyone else hates), sang "Get Your Gunn" twice with SST and went to Steve's for sleep. The following day I didn't do much until Steve got home from work, when we proceeded to go to Travis's house to give him my stencil for my next tattoos (Sailor Jerry swallows modified w/ batwings...sexy), and he dragged us to McKnight's pub. That was interesting...so then we went back, got my car, and went to O'Malley's. I had 2 beers over the course of 2 hours there and a sandwich, also had 2 at McKnight's over 2 hours...I called Becky from there to go to the tavern to meet up w/ her and have a couple more. I had 2 there in a short period of time. Steve met us there and we left to go back to his house. Becky drove us back to the car to leave. We got in and left...and this is where it gets bad.
We were on Orange St. going to US1, and anyone who knows the intersection of Orange and US1 knows it's dark, and it's a blind curve. I pull out into the median to look what's coming in the lane I'm merging into. Steve couldn't see either, so I gun it when I see that I have room. Apparently this is when the cop started following us. It's drizzling outside, and my window's partially down while I'm smoking a cigarette, so a little water is getting on my face b/c we're in a moving car (this will be relevant later). Apparently I was going 52 in a 35 in the speed trap before King St. We arrive at the light at Target and I accelerate, and 1/4 mile afterwards lights are blinding me from behind. I pull over into the median where Tires Plus is since there are cars in the right lane and I can't get over. The cop gets out and walks to Steve's side of the car and asks where we're headed. We tell him 110 Saturn Rd., Steve's address. He comes around to my side and tells me "Put that out, I'm not a smoker", so I drop my cigarette outide of the car. He asks me to get my insurance and registration...in the nervous moment I forget that my registration and insurance are not in my manual holder like they were in the Subaru but in a clear envelope under...stupid me. He continues to ask me questions instead of giving me time to find my registration and clear my thoughts, b/c at this point he had me nervous as hell. He asks "Where ya' headed?" and "Where ya' comin' from?" and I'm trying to find my info., and he gets pissy and says "Hey..." and repeats the quesions. He said that I passed the info twice when looking for it, which is impossible as they were in the aforementioned envelope. He says he smells alcohol on my breath and asks me if I've been drinking. I say yes, I had 2 pints of Guinness at the Tavern, they were BOGO (my logic was that since I had had one an hour for the previous 4 hours that that was about true since after an hour it dissipates to nothing). He asks me to get out of the car and keep my hands where he could see them, so I get out with my hands about 1 1/2 feet out palms out so he can see them, and he says to calm down and put my hands down, to which I replied you said to keep them where you could see them, what do you want from me? He gets snotty and asks me to perform field sobriety tests and I agree. He asks me to raise my food 6 inches off of the ground, so I do. Then he says to keep my leg straight, so I do. I say could I move so I can see what you're doing, the spotlight is bright and right in my eyes. He says "I know, I turned it on. Is this better?", with a hint of sarcasm. Then he says to raise my foot to the front, so I do. He says to count to 30 mississippi, so I do, pausing at the intervals of 10 to catch my breath b/c if you say 1-10 mississippi anyone would be out of breath. Apparently this was enough to note in his report that I had to pause after 1-10, and 11-20. Then he goes into vaguely talking about how to do the heel to toe walk, with out using my arms for balance stand with my left foot in front of my right w/ the left heel touching the right toes, and says to do so, so I do. He then keeps talking while I'm standing on uneven ground in the rain in a very awkward position (give it a try on uneven pavement, just standing, not moving), nervous out of my mind. At this point he still hasn't told me what to do so I keep stumbling to the side and he says "Havin' trouble there?" w/ sarcastic undertones and "Hands to the side", so I step back, ball my fists, and raise my face the sky. He says "I'm placing you under arrest for DUI, I find you to be a threat". I know this was a mistake and a threating posture, but it's also a relaxing one and good for getting oxygen to the brain. So I say "Great, thanks, thanks for being perfectly clear in the instructions" and get cuffed and thrown in the back of the SUV and say "Thanks, jock" as he closes the door. I see Steve getting out of the car and standing there for minutes. They move my car to Tires Plus (which is a hell of a lot better than impounding it), and a cab arrives to take Steve home. The cop gets in the SUV and the witness cop that moved my car comes up and says "There's no sign of narcotics, firearms, or explosives" and leaves. The middle window seperating me from Cap. Redneck is open so I say "Explosives eh?", and dick says "Welcome to the real world" and I reply "What world, George W. Bush's world?" and he does a hearty Republican "Heh" and shuts the window.
Then I got to the booking drive through (this is all condensed as the above was the real story, this is just jumping around to funny shit now). I saw the nurse on staff, took my readings, asked me psychological questions, and sent to a room for the breathalizer. I saw that people before me blew a .221 and a .228, fucking drunk mamma jammas. I blew a fucking .085, .005 above the legal limit. They booked me and took all the worldly possessions I had on my person at the time, save for my socks, boxers, jeans, and shirt (and glasses and ring, but I kept those on). I was handed basically scrubs and told to shower and put my things in the hamper there, so I did (remember this). I was fingerprinted and had my mug shot put on a bracelit w/ a bar code and my name (my mug shot was hot, wish I coulda' kept it). I went to my cell and did my stretches and went to sleep. I was awoken at about 5-5:30 am for breakfast, which consisted of grits (no salt, pepper, or butter), egg beaters (which were ice cold), 2 stale slices of bread w/ 2 jelly packets (the saving grace), and a slice of meat that I have yet to determine the make up of...it was in the shape of bologna, but had the visible texture of ham, and smelled like cat food. I ask the other kid that got sent into my cell after I went to bed "What the fuck is this?" and he's like "I don't know" and scarfs it down. I went back to sleep and was awoken for first appearance w/ the judge, who was on camera. I saw this one little woman who I've seen before walking to and from the shopping centre I worked at when I worked at Subway. She has the same hair as my mother but w/ more gray, and that always stuck w/ me. She was shaking back and forth...turns out she got a DUI, blew a .221, and parked her car in a neighbor's yard. She was loud as hell the night before, that's what someone told me. So my bond was posted at $500 and I called my mom, which was the last thing I wanted to do but seeing as I don't know anyone that has that kinda' money laying around I thought this is the best recourse. When I told her that I had 2 pints the guys in their cells said "Bullshit you got a DUI for dat' shit", and I said "Excuse me for a sec", turned around, "Dude, I had 2 pints at the Tavern, buy one get one, and blew a .085", they said "Fuuuuuuck". She wasn't mad...at all...neither was my step dad. They both said "Coulda' been any one of us".
So I doze back to sleep and wake up at about 11:45 by my reckoning, and was about to fall back asleep when I hear "Mr. Edwards, would you like to go home now or stick around for lunch" and I said "I'd kinda' like to go home now if possible". So I get escorted out to a holding cell and on the way a couple of white kids said "Someone's going home, wanna' trade" and I told 'em what I was in for and they said "The judge should throw that out, that's bullshit, you had an asshole cop"...I know, I know. I got to a holding cell while they processed another person coming in and sat for a few minutes. A cop came up and had food trays in his hand and asked "You have lunch yet?" and I said no, I'm gettin' out and to keep it, and says "You sure?" like it's delicious and joking around, so I said "No, it's cool, the grits from this morning should hold me over", and he laughs and lets me out in a minute. I go to get changed and was handed the bag w/ my shoes, wristbands, jacket, and belt in it, but no pants, shirt, underwear, and socks. I ask where this stuff is, and they go on a journey to Narnia to find it apparently...nowhere to be found as far as I could tell. So they come back and say "They threw them away b/c there was blood on them"...BULL SHIT, I had no blood, fake or real, on them. I had fake blood on my shirt that I WASN'T WEARING...it was at Steve's house. So fuckin' a, I have no shirt or pants...they hand me a white shirt and 2xl sweatpants, so I'm walking around in sweatpants falling off my ass held in place w/ no loops w/ my bondage belt, a white t-shirt tucked in to help keep the pants up, my wing tips w/ no shoes, mk wrist bands, and my emo kid black and white pinstripe jacket. Lovely...so my mom and I left and got a copy of the arrest report from the City Police station. Apparently the cop left out how he didn't explain the field sobriety tests in a clear and concise manner, felt the need to say that I stopped in the middle of the road and accelerated at a high speed, not noting that it was at a blind curve or anything, that it was "raining heavily"...it was drizzling steadily, the whole spotlight incident, and how I "passed my registration and insurance twice" when that is not the truth whatsoever.
I'm getting a public defender since lawyers are jews and need to be punched...and eventually I'm paying back the bond money depending on what the court costs pan out to be. As it stands now I have court on the 23rd and won't be able to drive after this Tuesday. Tomorrow if I can I'm going to look for a part time job to help out, and hopefully Tony will have time to look over some of the potential r/m's I've gotten responses from on Myspace seeing as we need a r/m desperately and that would help my monetary situation greatly. Hopefully since my BAC was so low I can get this charge dropped to wreckless driving and only have a suspension and not nearly as many fines...only time shall tell. That's about all I care to write...
Oh, I got 2 posters from a NIN show I didn't even attend, one of which is a limited lithograph to be framed later, and 2 pins. Freakin' awesome...never underestimate the power of material goods to cheer a person up.
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