iieee. Right now my head hurts and I just want to be erased from existence. No, not as in kill myself, but just to go away for a while. I’ve sent my resumes off to 2 companies yesterday for a supervising position in Accounts Payable. I hope they fall for it. 🙂 I could use a change in environment. And I want to go drinking this weekend. Anyone up for it?
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My boss is due back from maternity leave tomorrow. Uh-oh.
A weekend is a weekend. I ended up going to an exhibit opening on the Miracle Mile with works by Joseph Park. It was somewhat of a let-down. The other galleries on that site weren’t all that good either. They have a gallery called “Works on Paper”. Some of that stuff is absolutely laughable. Even my shit is better than that. That got me motivated enough to do some work this weekend.
E__ came over a couple of times this weekend. It was nice having someone to wake up to in the nude. Feeling something warm and hard on my thigh. It’s been way too long since that happened. We talked on Thursday and decided to keep it at non-commitment level. We are both anti-relationship right now which is good. For now.
Blarg!
I overate at Claim Jumpers and want to sleep but I have work to do and I feel ikky. I’m trying to wake up, but there is such clutter on my desk that prevents me from doing that. I really think we should buy a futon for our conference room so I can lie down and watch General Hospital, especially since Brenda is back on the show.
Drinks anyone?

How indie are you? test by ridethefader
You are so indie it hurts. You hang out with the coolest people in your city. It doesn’t even bother
you that none of them know your name. You know lots of bands personally, you know a couple of
guys from We Hate The Mainstream Records, and you blag your way into getting almost
everything for free. That fanzine you write gives you extra kudos. You probably don’t
even care that non-scenesters think you’re a pretentious fuck.
Had a dream last night about E., the boy. The only part I remember is him driving me to the beach. We pull over to the side of the road, and a sea gull shits on the car. He starts leaning over towards me. That’s it. I’m not good at remembering dreams and such. All I know is that I woke up really horny this morning. So E. is going to get a call this evening. 🙂
Tee hee. Thanks newromantic29!

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