Frag. I hate it when I haven't updated in a long time. I'll just tell you what I feel like, because I don't feel like putting a whole lot of effort into this. I got my lip peirced, which brings the total to four. I made a cool teeshirt that says 'TOXIC,' in big gold letters. I also made one that says 'sweet revenge.' Not gonna lie, they're both pretty wicked. Huh. My Grandpa e-mailed me from Australia and I bitched about some person who sent me a christian tattoo magazine thing anonymously. And how it pissed me off, because more than likely, some old person is judging me. Who knows.

      Yesterday I went to Chris' work and some girl took his CD and hid it and he got more and more progressively sullen after that and eventually stopped speaking to me or acknowlaging my existance. So I left and I'm pretty sure we've barely spoken to each other since then.

      I got my hours at work cut again. From three a week... to none. Although I'm still technically employed and will have hours again sometime in March... yay? Frickin... job security is a joke. Anyways. Phil was in the mall with Jarred and some other people. They stopped by for like.. two hours. We just sat around and did nothing, and ate brownies, and talked. Well... they did nothing. Maybe I did nothing. It all depends on who's reading this.

      Went to the Meeting Place last sunday. The topic was, as usual, right on target. Dammit, Jesus, argh. Yeah... you know, been chillin. Doing nothing. Watched Office Space. Played some Super Nintendo. Ate lots of crap. Ate a damn lot of strawberries last night. Had a weird dream about Keith which I no longer remember, so don't bother asking about it. Dyed my hair brown. Am attempting to get a job at Bentleys. Thinking about school, working out, am able to ONE WHOLE REAL PUSH-UP. How exciting is that? Very exciting. Anyways, not gonna lie, I don't feel like doing this anymore.
music. finch - what it is to burn (the whole cd)