billenium

Heh. Well, long story short, work is unfuckingbelievably hard to find out here (just like the rest of the country), and all I have right now is this thing that only gives me 2 days of work once or twice a month. And I thought I got terminated when in reality I've just been cut back...it's a long story. Suffice it to say that after that phone conversation I was thinking "Yeah, sure enough I'm out of money and I lost the only meager employment I was able to find in the 10 months I've been out here. This is pretty much what I figured things would be like right now." So, no...not totally ruined yet...but I'm getting close. Not to go on and on about my problems, but it's fucking bad out here. And the terrifying thing is that it's only going to get worse.
Yay!

That's funny, because I was just about to drop you a note to ask if you had seen Trinity. I want to drag The 'Zam to see it, but I know she'll pull her mind tricks on me and make me about it.
And, by way of closure...I AM glad I came out here and got away from the Hamptons...it's just hard for everyone right now...I don't feel singled out at all.

I fear nothing. Except batshit crazy republicans, the fact that they are recognizably the majority of this country now, the fact that my apartment will most likely be firebombed soon by fucking retarded Bush-supporting nazi's (because I live with, oh no, GAYYYYY PEOPLE!!!), the fact that I even need to be on a SIDE to support a womans right to her own body, or that of a group of people's descision about how they like to fuck, the fact that the rich will invariably get richer, inversely making the poor get poorer, as crime will rise and the aire of revolution becomes rife in American life, and the simple, plain, immistakable fact that:

If you have a brain, you are NOT proud to be an American.

(for the simple reason that, whereas you might not have pulled the trigger yourself, your mere exsistence spells death for a larger/unfortunate subset of this planet's population. Fuck Bush, fuck the terrorist assholes, fuck Kerry, fuck the media, fuck the rising anti-semitism/anti-homosexuality/anti-choice/anti-life movement, and fuck all those people who would struggle helplessly to resist the idea that they might actually not be right about something)

whew. ahem. excuse me.

Always write journals, bro. Getting it down on web-paper keeps it from taking up space in your dome, which in turn leaves you more room to comtemplate... stuff...

piece.

you WENT to a party swarming with half naked girls, and you're saying your life is DULL?
How i envy you :p

heh heh

Your coded language CONFUSES AND ENRAGES US!!!

hehehehe. Unfortunatly, all I ended up doing was puking up popov & tampico after a crappy college keggar.

Hope you had a good one, tho

Special Treats!
Sex!

Heh.

But um, yeah, prepare for the apocalypse. I'm really looking forward to the middle class finally carrying the entire tax burden for the nation. That's going to be swell. I wonder where the next war will be? Iran maybe?

Well, either way, you can sleep tight in your bed tonight thinking about the fact that your nation went to the polls and elected a man not for his policy agendas, but because he talks about jesus. Literally. Everybody who called CSPAN today from the Bush side went on and on about how they hate gays and abortion and how God had a hand in the election and wants W to be president more.

In positive news....I think I'm getting an XBOX soon?

*whew*
I have successfully dodged fan fic induced rejection.
..my god...
..in that case I hereby dub myself:

THE GREATEST WRITER ON EARTH!

and quickly undub myself once again.....cuz really.....let's be serious here.

'lenium, man, thanx for the encouragment... it ain't easy pimpin' these ho's, sometimes...

And by "pimpin ho's", I mean "fixing computers incessantly"...

Dude. I know that feeling.

Waking in the morning. Having to peel myself out of a single matress without a boxspring. Getting ready hastily yet hesitantly. Driving the same route to the same office to spend the same ungodly amount of time doing... whatever. Returning home in the cold of the early morning/latest night. Returning home to my cubicle, after droning on in my office (which, coincidentally, is just a small box with pointless windows).

Losing relationships... friends drifting away... love, or any plausable substitute sinking into the depths of awkwardness, then fading faster then a tan. Never even getting a tan, as my life will perpetually be the same pointess drivel.

Locked in an office. Losing hope. Lost ambition.

It IS crushing, when you really sit back and look at it. The booze doesn't satisfy anymore. The notion of independance mocked by the emptiness. FUCK. I'm depressed too.

Cheer up cowbit
I know cheering up doesn't help
but...

why am i leaving a comment in my own journal? weird.

Don't you hate that? You put up a perfectly good entry, and then not a one of your friends actually comments on it... Sorry for being one of THOSE kinda people... anyway:

yeas, I will most likely never go insane enough to actually spawn a child for the taking... but nonetheless, it would be the thought that counts, methinks.

My fave show used to be Cowboy Bebop, but then I realized getting to heavy into a love for something that has already come to a close is a Vicious (ha) loop of anticipation and rehashed memories. Like waiting for the next Python movie, or the like.

Still, I will always take pause to pay homage to the wonderous jewel of good media that was Bebop.

As for spiling my blood on barren land, I would only hope that you would dispose of my vile intestinal fluids as such. No creature on this planet could survive the toxicity of my current blood...

Your party rules are mcuh known in the realms of band geeks and associated nerds such as myself. I concur with all aforementioned statements, and will continue to bombard you incessantly with superfluously exorbitant terms.

TAKE THAT!

Dude, bill-to-tha-lennium, you should update, yo...

sometimes kinda lonley bein the only fool that updates his shit on this site anymore. (maybe I should consider moving over to livejournal... nah, uh-uhh, screw that...)

mmmmm.... tacos.

On a side note: do you also refer to giving many thanks as "give you a taco?"

ex: "Dude, if you hook that shit up, I'll buy you a taco."

I thought only eastbay nerds had that psychotic insight...

woot

chronicles didn't blow ass??? AWESOME.

I'm a fan of the original pitch black, so I must venture forth.

As for the rest...

woot.