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Due to my awesome bout of bowling last night I accidentally slept through my class today. Whoops. Luckily, I got up in time to eat lunch and go to work. Of course, from the moment I arrived at work, it was one of the worst days I've ever had there. I've vented in the past about the petty bullshit that my boss trades in, and I was able to deal with it because I thought there was a balance: the boss sucked, but the employees were pretty okay. Boy was I wrong; I am now entangled in high school type bullshit spilling from both my boss and two of my coworkers. This fucking sucks. I expressed to the only good coworker, Mike, today that I had a feeling that the boss was just waiting for a reason to fire me, and, unfortunately, he couldn't disagree. In fact, the two of us were almost fired the other day (which I would have never heard of except that Mike told me about it) for some complete bullshit. Basically, with the exception of Mike, David the assistant manager who is about to get his own store, and myself, no one at my job will take responsibility for his or her own actions and, even worse, choose to pass the blame onto others. Have I mentioned that it fucking sucks? In all honesty, the only reason I haven't quit yet is because I stand to make a lot of money this Christmas, so I figure I can stick it out for another two months. The worst part about this situation is that I like my job a lot; unfortunately, the people I work with absolutely disgust me. And, because of my awesome stubborn nature, I will not ever be able to get back in my boss's good graces; I earn enough every month to have planty of cash to blow on whatever stupid shit I feel like throwing money at, so why should I try harder just so my douchebag boss can have a sales gain and get a raise?

Anyway, enough about that. I have enough money to drown my daily frustration at work in alcohol, so I'll be alright for a few more months.

The last few days have been spent reading about the death of Julius Caesar and the rise of Caesar Augustus, listening to lots of Joy Division, and drinking. My life rules.

Tonight my roommate and I made one hundred enchiladas. And no, that isn't an exaggeration; we actually made one hundred enchiladas.

T-minus thirteen days until vacation: a vacation to be spent alternatively drinking with old friends, my parents, and old friends and my parents. Awesome. Oh, and the prelude to my vacation is the Blood Borthers/ Against Me! show on the 28th, also known as the greatest bill known to man. Even better, a vast majority of my close friends will be in attendance. I can't fucking wait.

The Faint show is on Tuesday, and that should be pretty rad. Hipster chicks and dancing galore!

Oh, and at some point inthe recent past I passed the 2000 mark. Go me! Also approaching is my year anniversary of having my soul
cleaved to this site. Hoo ha!

P.S. Everyone needs to harass Kestrel, Scopitone, and Maximillian until they agree to come to Atlanta in a few weeks.