fvk

so in my quest to utilize this place as a way to pass the time between work shifts in oakland, i have realized that i have put myself into an unfamiliar subculture with all sorts of little rules and manorisms. naturally, i didnt really stop to examine any of this before i got on here, and by the standards and practices adopted by this joint, i must seem like a bull in a china shop or something. so heres the deal. im not a creep. im just a drinker with a writing problem looking for other assholes to drink/talk shit with. you can ask Annabelle. shes in love with me or something.

ever notice how the best music on mtv/mtv2 gets played on either jackass or wildboyz? aint that a bitch.

its so awesome not having a mullet anymore. ive been forced to wear a mesh pantera hat to deal with my unruly hair. im not normally a hat guy, and mesh hats are cool if youre into raised trucks and avenged sevenfold, so needless to say im glad i am back to my normal, shorn self.

weird...i have to get up like six hours and im totally wired. i cant wait til im back at my house in SF. this guest room is sweltering and getting up at 6 45am is fucking retarded.