inmemoryof

man life really suck sometimes. i just had to go over to my neighbours house and make sure he wasn't dead. i'm in a band with the kid and our other band memebers are killer flaky and never show up, sending this kid into an emotional downward spiral. the kid is an awsome musician. prctices his guitar like 5 hours a day and rips shit up. fuck, if i ever found him dead, i'd be fucking pissed off. asshole. he was fine though, well not fine, but alive and not puking from pills or unconcious. so there's a plus. i dunno about you, but if you were afraid of your kid killing himself wouldn't you find someone to stay with them, instead of getting someone to check on him once in a while.

on a less morbid and dismal note: i never get any hours at work. i get like 17 hours a week max. how the fuck can i live on that? bullshit. i don't even know if i want to be the projectionist anymore. everytime i hang out in the projection room somethings fucking up and everyone's killer stressed out. not my cup of tea. i'd rather work in coffee shop and get paid minimum wage. i'm not into the crappy stress type jobs. i' like easy going chilling. i don't need to be rich. i just need to get by and have fun.

maybe i'll run away to peru and hike the inca trail. that would be cool. or go to columbia and get shanked by coffee and or drug lords. werd.

oh and quinne is so fucking hot.
peace out.