tryst

Woke up. Listened to a message from my roommate pretending to be the rental company rejecting me from the ranks of rentship. She sounded more like a muppet than a haggard receptionist however, so I knew it was her.

Have you seen the movie May? Ok, well, yeah, she's left messages pretending to be May as well. Weirdo.

I hate Mechanicsville...this stupid little suburb that I've been staying in for a month. I'm convinced that when someone in Richmond flushes their poop, it comes straight to Mechanicville, and they somehow mix it in with the food, because everyone here has shit for brains, shitty driving skills, shitty fashion sense, and shitty gas stations that are elitist...I can't get gas there because I'm "not a member." And there's no baby corn at the Ukrops salad bar. WHATS UP WITH THAT?!

I can't wait to move back to Richmond, but it seems it's probably going to be another week in this raging metropolis also known as Mechanicsville. Dag nabbit. Yes, I said dag nabbit. If you or your next of kin have any problems with that, you can eat a dick. Thank you, drive thru.

So, today I'm letting immigrants into the country so that I can...ok fuck it....it was a terrible analogy...I'm really just uploading unfinished songs on my precious digi Roland so I can add vocals and synth...I just need to drive to Richmond for a fucking cord to use for inputting. I can't believe I can't find ONE cord in my house.

Oh yeah, I forgot. I jilled off for about an hour yesterday, and then I got hungry, so I went to the store and got a Rotisserie chicken (yes, I ate the whole thing, fool). Well, I was licking the last of the chicken off my fingers and I realized I had forgotten to wash my hands after...ya know...

So between the band, the job, and eating my own pussy, I've been pretty busy.