karaokejihad

i'm working a lot. too much perhaps. people that are neurotically loyal to their job scare and depress me. life is about so much more than business and selling stuff.
seems like there aren't enough hours in the day to pay the rent and actually accomplish something too. i'm trying.
i've had a high level of self loathing lately, i need to be more reclusive and kind of reinvent myself. at least the talkative lush part.
i wouldn't mind going camping.

update 3.18.05:

fuck, now i don't have anything to say. hmm, no drinking for me last night. st patricks day is such a shitty holiday. you can even leave your house without seeing a pack of white hats screaming "woo!"
i guess i had a few beers last night, but you know what i mean. i was working on shit.

i had spring break all this week, though i work at my school, so i didn't have the week off. today is one of my teacher's last day, and she's nuts, so that's cool. one of those people that can't settle down, and everything's a big deal, i couldn't get anything done around her.

i think i like winter. i don't know, it starts to seem fun. i always said that i wanted to live in a perpetually warm place, but the lack of scorpions, snakes and turantulas makes this place seem pretty good.