spazzatron

I started work today... I like it, but I don't like that I have to wear a suit and I don't have the money to keep buying suits.

In other news, I need a new bed. This morning, around 4:50 exactly, I awoke to my skin being ripped into. One of the springs in my bed has been threatening to poke through for some time and it finally did, and now there are 7 eighth of an inch deep, quarter inch long gashes on my side and stomach, a little ways above my belly button. So I went downstairs and put on bandaids and went back upstairs to sleep. I should've woken someone up to get stitches, but I think stitches are for pussies, so I didn't.

And now I have tattoo bandaids on that I got from The Picture People because I had to change mine like a hundred times today and we ran out at work. I'll have nasty scars later on, but who cares? Chicks dig it.

Well, that's all...