mrstitches

All hairdressers are in the employment of the government. Hairs are your aerials. They pick up signals from the cosmos, and transmit them directly into the brain. This is the reason bald-headed men are uptight.

Withnail & I > You.

I used to live for days off around holidays.
Now they piss me off because they destroy my paycheck.
Fuck.

Guess what I love?

I love having to spend the first two and a half hours of my workday staking firewood and covering outdoor furniture for the guy who owns the compnay I work for. That is exactly what I want to do. Fucker couldn't even tip us. Bald, shitty car buying motherfucker. . .

I learned something new today.
Driving with half a bottle of cough medicine in you while inhaling gasoline fumes coming from your shirt is kind of interesting. My head feels funny.

I don't know if I mentioned it or not, but my mom backed into my car about a month or so ago. And since it would have cost about what the car was worth to repair it, she said she'd just give me what I paid for the car to get a new one. So I finally found one, and bought it yesterday. A 96...
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Smelling like a brewery, looking like a tramp.

What do I look like? A guy who's not lazy?

Fucking hell, my paychecks for the next two weeks are going to suck so hard. I hate being broke. With the retarded amount of rain we got last week I don't think I made even 40 hours, and this week I have to take off thursday friday and saturday. I guess it wouldn't be as much of a problem if I didn't suck so much...
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I am cold. And tired. And a bit damp. And kind of hungry.
I finally saw serenity, and it was awesome. And upsetting. But awesome.

I can't believe that there are people who like Fran Drescher.

I don't have anything to say, but I never do anyhow, and I felt like updating.

I really like pot roast.

I don't want to work tomorrow. I'll probably be done early though. Then I think I will go see Serenity. For some annoying ass reason though, it isn't playing in either of the two theaters that are close to me, so I have to...
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