broke down and went back to the god damned buffalo exchange today. i hate them, still. they only paid me $17.15 for a giant garbage bag full of clothes... i guess it's better than just giving them to goodwill, but... once more, i say: fuck you, buffalo exchange!!! fuuuuuuuuuuuuck you all! the girl who "helped" me was so sacchariney sweet and fake that it made me want to beat myself up just so that i could give the whole scene a sense of balance. you know? like saccharine sweet and perfectly sane (though i suppose her level of sanity is highly questionable) vs. crazy violitile bitch... maybe? i'm dumb.
i also got rid of my guitar today. i figure maybe it's time to give up the ghost. i suck at guitar & the more i notice that i suck, the less inclined i am to practice. ha. plus, i want to learn how to play the drums. that's much more my style. yes.
i found a seemingly willing buyer (sucker) for my car. he's a friend of my sister's... who i made out with once... shh... anyways, he's going to take it to a mechanic to see if it's even worth paying money for (it is, i swear. even after all that's wrong with it), then i'm going to sell it to him for cheap. i'm thinking $200 and a bottle of vodka. yes, vodka, i've been craving a cosmopolitan for a few days now. mmm...
i'm moving on saturday. i'm a ball of nerves. i've never lived in an apartment... i hope that it doesn't suck. it couldn't possibly suck much more than the shit hole house i live in now. i have so much to do. still, i'm trying to decide if i should go out to sabala's tonight for some good old fashioned punk lovin' rather than stay in and pack. ha. i know that i should be packing, but i'll probably choose the music over the cardboard boxes, dirty hands and deciding what should be stuffed away next.
i have gas.
i also got rid of my guitar today. i figure maybe it's time to give up the ghost. i suck at guitar & the more i notice that i suck, the less inclined i am to practice. ha. plus, i want to learn how to play the drums. that's much more my style. yes.
i found a seemingly willing buyer (sucker) for my car. he's a friend of my sister's... who i made out with once... shh... anyways, he's going to take it to a mechanic to see if it's even worth paying money for (it is, i swear. even after all that's wrong with it), then i'm going to sell it to him for cheap. i'm thinking $200 and a bottle of vodka. yes, vodka, i've been craving a cosmopolitan for a few days now. mmm...
i'm moving on saturday. i'm a ball of nerves. i've never lived in an apartment... i hope that it doesn't suck. it couldn't possibly suck much more than the shit hole house i live in now. i have so much to do. still, i'm trying to decide if i should go out to sabala's tonight for some good old fashioned punk lovin' rather than stay in and pack. ha. i know that i should be packing, but i'll probably choose the music over the cardboard boxes, dirty hands and deciding what should be stuffed away next.
i have gas.


tib:
you!