carnalascetic

Shitty night at work. I kept on top of everything, but it was just non-stop chaos. Problems were thrown at me left and right. Glad it's over and I have tomorrow off.

Getting my front brakes done tomorrow. I have this horrible sinking feeling that when they start working on them, they'll find a whole mess of problems. I don't feel like paying out of the ass on my car; especially when I have plans to sell it at the first opportunity I get.

My dreams of finally getting a truck might not be that far off.

Getting ink. I don't know how far off that is though. I have to make another call tomorrow.

My nipples are kind of...itchy.

Speaking of which. I'm getting a new cell phone soon.

...been wanting that there one f'ar a while...

...Hmmmm...

I realized that most of the people I work with who don't work directly under me (although I know a few I'd like working directly under me...GET IT? HAR HAR...sorry) must think I'm batshit insane. Hell I might be. I am all quiet and dare I say "shy." Then I suddenly erupt. I yell bizarre shit, or start running around the store like a madman. Sprinting actually. I have a perfectly good reason for this at the time...but they don't know why I'm doing that. And they don't ask either- probably because they're afraid I'm going to ax-murder them.

Anywho. I'm going to work out and then try to sleep.

Hope all is well.