catboner

rollerskating.

i have ink all over my hands and in my fingernails that will probably take days to disappear despite frequent careful washing. and i ruined another good shirt. and its going to be so totally worth it.

i haven't really been in the mood for much of anything today. now that i've regained any sort of motivation, i have to be getting to sleep because of work tomorrow morning. i wish i didn't need to be employed.

a friend just called me. his end of the conversation wasn't coming in very well, so i had to guess on about half of the things he was saying. i hope i responded correctly.

the bad thing about sundays is that there's never anything going on. and goddamn it, the video store was closed.

ive been noticing lately that i really dont like cops.

god damn today is boring

out of nowhere, a great opportunity to do the kind of thing ive been wanting to do forever has presented itself. from total apathy to fucking thrilled in five minutes.

its funny how sometimes the worst news in the world isn't entirely unexpected. and how people try so hard to change sometimes, but really stay the same person. just with a slightly better fashion sense or something.

and then sometimes youll just fuck up and fuck up and fuck up and it doesnt really matter at all, and sometimes really helps in the long run.

the season is just barely beginning to change. its noticably darker in the morning when i get up for work. i want fall to get here because its rad, and it will mean the end of this retardedly hot summer.

toward the second half of work today i got this nagging feeling that i really wanted to go home. the slowness of business wasnt helping this much either, but i did haul as cleaning up so that i could get out in record fucking time. now that im home i dont know what all the fuss was about.

thunbs down to that