thepantychrist

So yeah. I just got off the turn around on a grand total of 24 hours (3 shifts) in a row at the sex shop. Even the rain on the walk home can't wash the stink off me.
But good things come from the current delusional and sleep deprived state. I'm thinking about dabbling in Elder God type shit. Cthulu awaits!

(side note)
All the...
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Whelp. Dyed my hair for the first time since I was 19.
And only 3 people got that I was "Manservant Hecubus". Not because my costume sucked, but rather that it was an obscure choice.
Day of the Dead today. I gotta work from three to eleven, somehow fitting in a much needed band practice in before work, so when we go on at midnight...
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Dooooood.
Today marks the return to the stinky depths and sticky floors of "PLEASURELAND".
It's like sentry duty in a lesser hell.
You don't have to do much, and the pay isn't bad (isn't great either)...but this will give me the oppertunity to work on screenplays and comic books throughout my shift and collect money while I'm doin' it.
I feel like dancing....
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Oh decisions decisions...
Shall I keep working in the very heart of banality, whoring out what small artistic talent I have for people that intend on making money from commissions of the selling of things that belonged to newly dead people....
OR
Peddle smut, yet again...for a little less pay and a lot less hubris?
2 jobs. fuck me 13 to the dozen.
I won't...
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hmmm.. lessee.
new job?
check.
spring in step?
check.
blow jobs and manicure?
.....

More cigarettes. More writing. When will this short film be finished?
Why are satanists funnier than I expected?

Debate was sparked. After only being able to list 12 or so nicknames between 3 of us, I have used the dark arts to retrieve this definative list...I apologize for any repetitions.


Vagina, Pussy, Bearded Clam, Vertical Smile, Beaver, Cunt, Trim, Hair Pie, Bearded Ax Wound, Tuna Taco, Fur Burger, Cooch, Cooter, Punani, Snatch, Twat, Lovebox, Box, Poontang, Cookie, Fuckhole, Love Canal, Flower, Nana, Pink...
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I saw rats fighting in a tree last night.
My clothes are soaked and hanging in the tub.
I stink of rain.
Another cigarette, and I think I'll read some old comic books.
All and all, what a great fucking night.

When Virgil led Dante through the depths of hell, I'm pretty sure he forgot to mention that part about Job Hunting.
Sweet fucking zombie jesus, I hate looking for work.
At times I think it would be less painful to break off a rectal thermometer in my own ass.
And another thing, all those fucking applications you have to fill out.
"Hi I saw you...
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I don't feel like writing a journal entry. Instead, a Haiku:

Inside the sex shop
Are beads you put up your ass
Isn't that silly?

A deep vagina
Knees point to the sky, open.
Your mom is a whore.

Lazy, lazy day. I spent all afternoon smoking cigarettes and doing push-ups infront of the TV. kinda felt like a 'prison day'. All that was missing was the cheap juice drink and sodomy.
I have totally got to get a new job. I figure I can do some shitty minimum wage monkey job until something better comes along. Like make pizza again. It really is...
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sweet zombie jesus I hate packing.
This time it's a little bit more interesting though, I'm getting rid of so much of my pack-rat shit, you'd think I'd gone all moonie or something. Ideally I could just build a big pyre in the parking-lot and torch it by moonlight. Smoke cigarettes and watch the past 4 years of possessions pop, melt, and explode. But, I'll...
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