bitch about things!
 

jesus h. christ. work is too goddamn tedious.
i was up all night last night, which given the current state of my health is probably not very intelligent of me, and then right around 11:30 am i said 'fuck it' and got completely shitfaced and passed out on the couch down here in my lair until SOMEONE decided it would be funny to piss me off and turn on the who to wake me up. let it be known that if there is any band that i hate more than the who, it's the fucking smashing pumpkins. so i've been up for the past 5-6 hours filling out forms for mail order, sending my minions out to mail them, cutting deals with people on the phone, ordering merchendise online (none of this, of course, at my own expense. i am doing this because i'm not interested in getting fired.) etc etc etc. things that most of you little vermin would find to be new and exciting in your boring daily lives. i cannot wait for ATP.
now someone go get me a bucket of KFC, please.

Where do you work? Or what kind of job is it? You should get your minions to do a KFC run.

record store.

i just sent one out.

Good, make minions do the real dirty work. Sounds like a busy record store. Or maybe just a busy time of the year.

it is rather busy. long gone john at sympathy personally made me an offer on a copy of redd kross' 'neurotica' LP ($40 for red vinyl), but i turned it down because i would be in the red on that decision. there is no way i can buy it for $40 and resell it at or above that price.

Personally as in for yourself or for the record store?

for the store. fuck no would i ever pay that much.

Hahaha, good. I was a bit lost if you were buying that for yourself for such a hefty price. And tedious work shit is the worst kind of...anything. You just get so sick of it quickly and it feels like there's no end in sight.

I'm too fucking tired I haven't had a very good night sleep in two weeks

my friend just fucking told me straight on i won't get into columbia and i'll never leave florida and i want to kill her.

And I haven't gotten laid in two months

i work 8 hours a day 5 days a week which is cool and all, on the computer though. i get home around 6 and go to bed at about 10:00 that leaves little time to do much else, so when i get home i have THINGS TO DO. i run my own mailorder and all this week ive been sending emails and ordering things from labels because i just got paid, plus im recording for some new releases of my own project and trying to put togather other releases for my label, mother makes it difficult because she insists on taking all my money and making me a budget. in the case that i cant afford food she cuts back on my mailorder spending where as if i didnt have food i would eat ramen and buy just as many records, so she makes it difficult for me to drop a few hundred dollars on releases. plus like i said im low on time, about 4 hours a day which i hardly get because im eating dinner, mowing the lawn, doing dishes which is supposedly my responsiblility even though i already pay for my own food, pay for my own clothes, pay for my own shampoo, plus buy my own "toys" and transport myself when in need.

friday im taking the day off and going record shopping with a friend in portland, exicted to get the new wolf eyes 12" + ive got to play a show in kelso, washington on saturday which will be cool.

The weekend sounds rewarding man.

if i hear "omg you know you want a myspace" and the like i will SMASH FUCKING TEETH IN.

I want to be 2 or 3 inches taller.
That's all I have to bitch about other than the fact that I'm in desperate need of a cigarette.

i do too, emmah. i wish i was taller.

I'm going bald. Actually I'm way past going bald. Where the hell did my glorious mane go?! I used to have hair to rival that of Jim Morrison and Mick Jagger.

My mandolin keeps going out of tune! i have to play for two minutes, then go tune it again!!!! fuck this! *s-mash.

i have to bitch cause i'm too tall. 5 10 is a little overboard

doing more tedious work this morning in light of my illness.