So yesterday I refused to sell beer to some girl because she didn't have I.D. She begged, got mean, pleaded, threatened, and tried all she could do to get that 18-pk. She gave me the ole' "I just got out of jail and could use a drink" line but I still stood firm. Then she told me I was a bad person for not selling her beer. What a douche. But still that pissed me off. Don't ever attack my fucking character. I didn't let it bother me too much, but still it irks me so much. I think I'm a damn good person compared to a lot of people I've encountered in my life and that's something I'm very proud of.

Anywaaaaaaay. I've got to move and get the fuck out of this town. I seek change and renewal of my energies. I'm afraid of becoming stagnant and not experiencing everything the world offers because of my fear of the unfamiliar. My goal is Portland. I have a good friend there who works for Intel and could maybe hook me up given my qualifications. I hope I can achieve this goal as I truely am fond of that city. I visited once and made more friends in 3 days than in 2 1/2 years in Sacramento. I felt at home there and very comfortable. And I met Voltaire and bought her a drink. Double Bloody Mary on the rocks. But that was before I even new about this website.....