carnalascetic

Not being a manager/tool anymore is great...except for the arterial wound spilling forth torrentially from my wallet now. "Expenses?! HAH!!" I used to say. Now I go into deep fits of weeping and gnashing of the teeth every time I have to pay a utility bill. Of course Im not so deluded as to think there was a lucrative career awaiting me back as a...
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I'm a tool. So much for trying to make a clean break from the devil-worshipping company I was working for. I'm back working at a gas-station as just a peon cashier...but it's all good. Hardly any responsabilities, decent pay for just cashiering and I'm actually gettting paid for the hours I wor (I was on salary before). I'm only bringing home about 2/3rds of the...
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So, I quit my job a week and a half ago. I left the stations I was working at in the same condition pretty much as when i took on the roll of manager, a.k.a. Corporate Whore- fucked as all fuck. But, I had to leave...the funny thing is I might just go back to cashiering for a little while cause the company that vainr...
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Damn, a month since my last journal entry. Arghh...I've gone so long without car problems. I guess I should be grateful that it's been a while that I didn't have to dump $krilla into a vehicle. Noises that that might as well be mocking laughter are eminating from under my car's hood. I started off doing the basic maintanence (i.e. oil change, changed my air...
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back from vegas...exhausted...kidneys and liver failing...my boss just dumped a bunch of work on me...more on this all later...

VEGAS UNTIL SUNDAY!!! WOOOOOO WOOOOOOO!!!

So, I'm only wearing a pair of socks and a smile while writing this.


When did I stop reading? I used to fly through book after book but then I just stopped. There is the time factor (i.e. lack of) but that didn't detour me before. I mean, I read and loved some decently weighty stuff (in my opinion): John Calvin's Institute of the Christian...
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Dammit. I had a good positive journal about how things are going really great for me and of all the crap, I refreshed the page. Ooops. Just take my word for it, it's all gravy. I'm going to go out and get some more sun, sip on a margarita and re-read more of Mike Nelson's Mind Over Matters. Laters.

Eighteen days until my Vegas vacation. I've all but given up at work. I'm trying to lead by example but I have no motivation. The only thing keeping me from being completely worthless is what little work ethic I have. I hope this vacation is the recharge I need.

The owner called me today and said we're raising regular sized candy to .79 cents. Ok,...
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I remembered why I don't go downtown S.L.O. much anymore. I went out for one of my dawgs birthdays (he just turned a ripe old 23) and we hit up a couple of the bars. Goddamn. It was like a fucking Abercrombie and Fitch commercial out there. I don't know why it bothers me so much...I guess it shouldn't. Even when I see a raised...
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Damn, reading all these journals about being tired is multiplying my own exhaustion.

WOooo WOooo The bass I ordered a month ago just finally shipped so it should be here sometime next week. It'll be nice to have something playable again and hopefully give me a kick in the ass to focus more on playin'. S.A.D. beyatch.

Ok I'm about to fall out of my...
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