sid

According to BME, there are 69 days till I'm finally fucking 21. I don't give a shit about the drinking, I just wanna stop being left out of shit cause of my under-ageness.

So I picked up a job application for a sex shop yesterday. I'm not too sure how comfortable I'd be about working there, but they had a help wanted sign, so I figured my chances of being hired would be easier seeing as they are actually looking for people, and I am that desperate for money. I know working and doing school full-time over the summer will probably kill me. We'll see how long I can keep myself going before I freak out and quit whatever job I get.

My new beef with UPS is that I've ordered stuff that should be coming from them, but I haven't gotten the items yet. In fact, no one in my apartment has been getting UPS shit lately. It's kind of weird. I think we have a lazy UPS dude on our hands. I miss getting stuff from the hot UPS guy. He loved my tattoos and would spend more time talking to me about how awesome he thought my mods were than it would ever take to deliver packages. I think I made his other deliveries late.

There needs to be more hot UPS guys in the world... or maybe just hot guys who will talk to me?

I need to find a copy (perferably used) of Office Space. I looked in Newbury Comics, they didn't have the movie at all. I have to write a paper on it... Don't ask.

Okay kids, I'm gonna go back to hermitting myself, as usual.

x0x0,
Sid