mutiny

The days are flying by lately. I'm sitting here and it's Wednesday already. All I do is work. By tomorrow night, I'll have put in 48 hours. Shit.

Things are fucked up around here. It's weird. Just when things are going fucking amazing, other parts of my life are worse than they've been in a long time. I meet a wonderful boy, get accepted to SG, and have been happy as shit on the weekends when I'm not in town. This town blows. I'm no longer speaking to my mother and I'm wishing I could move tomorrow instead of a month from now.

All I'm concerned with right now is getting out of this town. I work 10 hours tomorrow then leave for LaCrosse. I'm meeting the LaX manager to give her store keys for the Rochester store so she can open it Friday. Then I will go to Tim's and drink away my week. I'm heading down with a 1.75 of Captain and I plan to return with none of it left. I'm an effing pirate. pirate face ----> Friday Orwell and Falling Under have a show and i believe there's a party after. Saturday I'm going to Madison with Tim, Mike, Dani, Colt, and Carl to see Slipknot & Lamb of God. I haven't listened to Slipknot since their first album really... I listened to both of them at work today. Not bad. *shrug* Mainly, I just like the fact that I get to be in LaCrosse all weekend and have the arms of an awesome boy around me while I sleep. I need to see a lot of people this weekend too. saramonster, you're at the top of my effing list. I miss you like woah.

Jon stopped into my store today. After talking for a few minutes and mentioning my next tattoo, he's hooking me up with a nice deal. I'll just have to make sure Jake doesn't notice that Jon's tattooing me this time around. Hopefully I'll have one of my lotuses two weeks from now.

I'm writing a freaking novel. I should be cleaning up my pigstye of a room, doing laundry, getting shit for the weekend and sleeping. Bah.

Much love to you all. <--- more pirate faces