No need to look back anymore. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck F u c K. I knew that this was going to be a hell week at work. That’s why I’ve been faxing my resume all day. Plus, I have an interview on Wednesday at, so things are looking up.

Perhaps I’ll just get a nice sleep tonight after I have Korean food. I’m already salivating at the thought of it.

It was the interminable weekend. A bunch of hormone-ridden people who don’t know what to do about it. It only leads to one thing: DRAMA. In an effort to avoid dealing with such sins (drama, that is), I decided playing guitar alongside of Sonic Youth’s Dirty was a good idea. True, my guitar was in EEEEBE tuning, but it still sounded cool. I like Sonic Youth a lot. (Damn I feel old).

However it is back to work. I’ve been complaining about wanting a cheese platter for weeks. Finally, I am successful!!!! So I’ll be stuffing my face with havarti, gouda and brie with crackers. Mmmmm.

It seems to be a good week—————:::>.