Freedom?
02/20/2004 09:13 p.m.
Well needless to say... I ended up quitting my job at the pizza place.. I'd had about enough of coughing up white doughballs in the morning and the endless ringing of hungry customers...
I enjoyed the job and the people I worked with.. but honestly.. Chanello's is a shady company.. they cut corners, they lie, they rip people off on a daily occasion.
SO I really didnt enjoy selling people stuff that I wouldnt buy myself.
Well that.. and I saw first hand how they do things at a corporate level.. and it reminded me of a trailor park drama club.. I've never seen so much drama in the workplace.. but then again, I should have remembered from my checkered past with them. So needless to say, Im a happy person... =) Broke.. but happy.

Sounds like the starving artist type doesnt it?


I am currently Better
I am listening to I loved you, So what - Ani DiFranco

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Friday the 13th...the day before Valentines day...
02/14/2004 09:33 a.m.
Well.. today sucked royal ass...

I worked an open to close.. a 18 hour shift.. with no lunch break... not like you can think of food working around it all day...

I'll have to go more into it when I clear my head a bit from all the madness that happend tonight and how quick I saw good situations turn into wrong situations...

My knees are killing me.. so are my feet.. whew... so now.. it's valentines day... wow.. doesnt feel it.. yet.

I guess that's something better left off to find out about tonight, eh?

The day of love.. wow.. A day devoted to love and romance...

making love in a bed of rose perals.. candle lit dinners, mood music, snuggling, sweaty crazy monkey sex..whatever your idea of love is... I wish you the best of luck...

I'll be sleeping most of my romance away..or at least most of the day..

Work? Let's not mention work.. since I won't be.. till monday... so I get some recovery time..

someone sent me a note, asking me why I dont write much anymore.. and really..I do write.. kinda.. in my brain..
I just sit there when I feel the urge.. and formulate a poem... and the funny thing is.. I forget them... maybe someday I'll get a hyponotist to help me remember some of my best poems lost to hazy forgetten timnes..

but as time goes on.. I don't think people really care about writers that much... well as a whole.
We're just a group of artists that really.. don't get explored until decades later.. if at all.

I could walk into a book store and see a million books.. that I won't buy... but someone will.. and really.. Who would buy my poetry? I wouldn't. I don't acaully read other peoples poetry.. if I can help it.. mainly since.. I don't want to see something and have it inspire me..music has more than a few times tainted my work.. but sometimes I feel like it might help to define the situation.. but I dunno.... I'm a hack. Not even a good one at that..

Looking around at all of this...my life... it's all a joke.. a sad one at that. I'm a better statistic than a hack half-wit writer who has to complain in a weblog to feel some bitter sense of justice.. that maybe.. someone might understand.... Don't waste your time.. I wouldn't.

I know it's a morose comment to make.. but looking around at all this stuff I have.. I feel detached from it now.
I go through these phases where I just look at my work and it seems so alien to me.. like I didnt even create it.
and recently.. I havent wanted to write poetry.. mainly because of the situation I'm in..in my life...I'm pure misrable.. I have glints of light at the end of the tunnel.. but.. honestly.. I'm feeling a little run down from all the stress I'm putting myself through over this bullshit job...just because I know I need money.. bad.. so I'm shortselling myself with this shithole pizza joint...
god..7 an hour... it seems so pathetic compared to what I've made as a bartender.. hell.. even a waiter..

I dunno.. I'm just being hard on myself tonight I guess.. mainly because of my attitude with this company.
Simple motto and plan, right? Take care of me, I take care of you, right?
Well hell.. this is more like, Take care of me, and I'll see what I can do.. (but I really mean - Yeah, right.. go fuck yourself.)
Which is why I hate corporate pizza chains... people get this power trip over being a manager, type deal...

So corporate america..Raise your chins high, and cup gently the balls of humanity, as you guzzle the corporate cock...I hope it makes you feel better at night to know the people you step on...and the lives you inadvertinatly effect...

Oh.. and to you... the customer... fuck you. You're not always right. You don't get the advantage of 'I want my stuff now!' when I have 25 tickets in front of you... even if you did call it in 30 mins ago... They saw me working.. they saw me busting my ass for peanuts.. so hell.. give the man a break. Don't yell like I can't hear you over the phones ringing, my staff having canipition fits, yelling, screaming, pizza oven, drivers talking, and the voices in my head telling me to walk out.. just walk out, right now...and don't look back...

but I'm too damn professional.. I rode that ship to shore.. and you know what? I feel gratified in a small way... even tho this was the night from hell.. in alot more ways than one...

I got through it... and here I am.. tired, sore.. smelling of food... and I'm not even hungry.. but I need a shower.. I have mad flour up in my sinues..not to mention my lungs..

I think thats whats really fucking me up the most latly.. the flour in the air has just been killing me.. I've been coughing up white snot balls forever now.. I think I'm gonna have to quit this job after I get the lisense back.. cuz this is really kicking my ass, other than the corporate ass-reaming I get on a constant basis...

it's burning irony too.. The computer at work has a motto No stress = Pizza ... Right.... You ever seen a 15 year old talk more than work? You ever seen a manager come in to work his shift and get transfered to another store...in the middle of the 5pm pop?...Happened...or how about a 250 pound kindergarden teacher screaming out cuss words because her pizza isn't ready... I bit my tounge...


I didnt know it was friday the 13th...until someone mentioned it.. then I was like.. great.. it's gone well so far...

then everything went on a downward spiral...
the fat guy who sweats when he breathes broke the doorknob on the bathroom.. since he thought the door pulled when it really pushed... funny tho, you can't hear the back up inthe front by the ovens.. so he was locked in the bathroom for about 20 mins... so was a night driver... they both locked in this HORRIBLE bathroom...
(I'll be getting a digi cam tomorrow.. so I'll make sure to show some photo's when I figure out how..

:: Sigh ::

I'm gonna go. I need to...

I wish you all the best.. You deserve it.

It's a given.
I am currently Tired
I am listening to The ringing in my ears..

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Sinus infection...
02/12/2004 01:48 a.m.
Well.. I've been pretty sick these last couple of days.. I slept most of yesterday and today, sleeping off this infection lingering in my head... not to mention the headache that came along with it... I had some wicked dreams... I'll make sure to post them up here when I get the chance... My wisdom tooth is infected again too, I think thats the main reason for my crazy dreams...

Someone once told me if you got the nicotine patch it gave you horrible nightmares... I wanna try it.. I could use a few heinous wake up calls from demons and pixies...


I feel alot better today tho.. not 100%, but maybe 60/40...

Anywho.. I really havent been writing much.. but I'm sure you've noticed that..

I tried to start a t-shirt store on Cafepress.com... but no one bought anything.. but I figure it's mainly because I need to come up with alot better designs and a way to pull traffic into my site... It's a rough gig this whole having an internet store... cuz it just seems by chance kinda thing.. you could have something everyone would love to own.. but it's getting them to know about it...

Well.. I feel really out of touch with the rest of the world.. Like I don't exist.. Like I'm the figment of someone's imagination.. living this no name life, with no name I'd call myself. Like I'm trapped in no-where land...
and the sad part is.. I'm comfortable here in a sense..

Sure I hate having to work at some bullshit job for money.. but hey.. it's a life..


I am currently Better
I am listening to Don't stand so close to me - The Police

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Kissing corporate butt... ::Sigh::
01/29/2004 11:57 p.m.
I don't even wanna ramble about work.. I'm not in the mood..

But you know when you work at a job, and then something corporate does just fucks it all up.. like gives away free food to the dmv? I don't know about you.. But I fucking hate the DMV... I even hate Dave a little bit cuz his bands name comes out DMB... ::sigh:: Bullshit.

So that happens.. right?

Then more shit rolling downhill... yeah!

A four pie order that's a transfer from another store..(next zone over)... but the fucked up part is... it's in our delivery area... So that means, that corporate has been sending all our school bulk orders to birdneck..

this might explain why we only do like 200.00 in sales all day long... but you know.. I don't care anymore.. I just do my job well.. it's all a ways to a means... I'm the moron who took the job..=)

So anyways.. I made the best of it.. since after all.. if you know me, I'm not gonna sweat this small shit.

cuz it's all small shit in the end..
and I got my paycheck.. =)

I've been wanting to write alot latly.. but honestly.. I'm not feeling it.. I've had some crazy dreams.. so I'll most defintly have to write those one's down for you guys...

Speaking of which.. Do you guys even like those dream stories or what? I know they kinda come off wack.. but still.. I think they are crazy.. I love them...

Well.. drop me a note.. I could use some feedback, other than the women swooning over my love poetry.. (Yeah, right)
I am currently Apathetic
I am listening to Cold, Cold heart - Nora Jones

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Well Now... One of those days... with a happy twist.
01/27/2004 12:37 a.m.
Well.. I've been working the last couple of days and dealing with the snow that came into town...

I hate snow.. and yet I love it. I love the visual.. but hate the physical.. that would best describe it..

I'd tell you all the intimate details about all this.. but I figure.. hell.. I can wait.. and ride things out and see what new chapter I'm entering into my life.. since everything can just change in a second.. I might as well just wait a few more for the dramatic music and the turnout.

I didnt sleep much last night, and then dealt with a long tedious day at work.. so needless to say, I came home and took a shower and smoked a bowl. It was one of those days.. where you just wish you had stayed in bed... but I got though it in flying colors.. but you know.. I still slacked...alot. I'm not feeling work.. like I dont have my mind set on it, since everywhere I look, there's something else fucked up... Disarray, dis-organization... just seems pointless to bust my ass to clean something that someone has passed over a hundred times.. not to mention, just a pain in the ass.. I dont get paid enough to be down on my hands and knee's scrubbing some dough mixer.. (No matter how bored I am)...the best part is, It's not like I'm complaining.. hell, I did it to make it look nice.. I could have just hella-slacked and smacked it down with a mop, but hell.. I was (Hmmmm...) Uber-Bored and figured I'd just knock something big outta the way.. so I spent like 3 hours hitting it down with water and a brillo pad... and finally got all the dough and flour from that hunk of steel..

Hell.. I know you don't wanna hear about that crap anymore.. and I don't wanna talk about lol.

Well.. I don't know if I wanna just take a nap or just pass out for the night... I feel beat... like on the inside.. I didnt feel tired at work.. and it just seemed to fly by.. a little tedious, but what the hell.. its a job after all.. now just 8 more times and I can get my liscense back...

more like 10...

I am currently Tired
I am listening to My firewall kicking my explorer's butt

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My drunken ramblings on the worst day of my life.
01/23/2004 06:20 a.m.
Today has been the worst day of my life….So far.

I went to sleep at 9pm last night…. I was tired.. I read a little.. I ended up passing out quick… I was happy.. had awesome dreams.. that made me wake up even…at 4am… I herd sniffling… I fell back asleep…

I had this wicked dream about school buses and crazy people… then I hear it again.. this sobbing..

I crawl out of bed at like 6:30 am… no longer able to sleep… I turn too, and wipe the dreams from my face…

I hear it again.. this sniffle… this snort of snot through a clogged nose..

I come to and figure a shower would help me wake up from this sleepy haze.. I feel great.. happy.. like I’d slept just enough.

I come out, dry off, slip into clean clothes.. and start to think about breakfast.. quickly dismissing that idea… and then decide to hop on x box live…

I play a couple of rounds with some Germans, since it’s like 6:30 am… and then finally find and English room around 7:30… So I play till 9 am, and figure I should clean the house a little since I’ll be at work till 6 or 9pm… I gather all the trash, recycle and such, and I hear it.. Like out of a dream…

It’s my grandmother, standing in the hallway.. I ask her, how is she this morning, she says fine.. but she’s got this funk in her nose that makes her all stuffy… I laugh and say I know how she feels since I have been congested for the last 2 weeks or so… I continue to clean the house and tidy up, when she comes back and says that she’s just found out that my grandfather has to go on assisted living…

Just seeing her cry alone shattered my heart.. to hear her talk killed my soul. I started shaking.

I told her to calm down.

I took out the trash…

I was wearing sunglasses as the sun amburst in my eyes… as the sparkles filled my spectrum.. I laughed to myself in such beauty in madness.

Today has been surreal. Everything has had meaning. Everything has had a logic to it’s means.

I was so shooken by all this… I came back in… Gathered my stuff..and left for work and hour early.

I walk to work.. it’s like 5 minutes… but I walk past a hardees… and figure.. gram’s has always loved comfort food… When my uncle died.. she showed up with olive garden… So I went to hardees.. and bought her a biscuit… I bought 3 different kinds just to make sure to get one she’d like. I didn’t want her to do anything crazy or stupid… so I waited a few minutes… and walked home.

I walked in the house.. the door was unlocked… I walked into her room.. it was empty.. My heart jumped.. I called out… No answer… Memo? (Me-Maw) A hustles reponse from the bathroom, ‘I’m in here, Aaron’

My heart jumped… I was relieved. I asked her which she liked best.. and she told me, and I left it on her bed.

I walked out to the kitchen to make myself a quick cup of coffee.. and she thanked me from her room about how she haden’t had one of these in months.. I am so close to tears, it hurts… I don’t know what to do.. how to solve this. I feel myself cave another level…

So I pour the luke warm water into the cup, stir quickly, and pour cream and sugar…which I know won’t dissolve… but I just want to flee.. So I do.

I’m walking.. headphones on… cd of counting crows.. the live one… crystalinging these moments into music… suicidal thoughts running with round here… these angels wings plucked from dreams.

I walk up to a corner pizza place with outside tables… and eat my breakfast.

I walk to the Exxon.. the nice old lady with the silver gray hair and more wrinkles and a shitzu smiles and welcomes me in the warmness of convience… I ask her for some smokes, she jokes and asks me my age.. I feel quirky and don’t wanna talk.. So I hand her my ID card… She smiles.. even tho she’s seen the same card over 3 dozen times… I don’t even feel like telling her anymore… make her work for it.. it’s my addiction.

I gather my smack… and think back to all that has happened.. just since 7am.

I walk to work…. Cold winds whip me as cars pass at 45…I cross traffic at a lull, but skip at a pace just to make sure some leadfoot doesn’t end me up next to my old man… I walk singing, as I always do… into work… cold grey ghost that is my home away from home…Dark… Cold.. until I open those doors.

I walk in.. unlock it all.. and see the note to make two batches of dough… and of the bulk order…

The farthest things from my mind at this point… I know.. I’m awake.. but I need… substance.

I lock up shop, walk to 7-11 to buy Red Bull and MD.. Mountain Dew….or else there’d be a 20/20… even tho that probably would have been a good idea.

Walk back… I’m there at 9:30… 30 mins early.. never happens. I spaz… throw some music in, drink a red bull and take a strattarol.. or how ever you sell it…

I bust out a batch of dough in 45 mins… a record... an hour to have it wrapped…

I bust that out before even my day driver shows up.

I get the cheese we need by calling around to the other groggy managers/shift runners and have a game plan before my day driver even shows…

I’m in the middle of wrapping the last rack of dough when she walks in… 5 feet nine… blonde hair to her blades, a smile that melts me… I have a serious crush on this girl.

See… I love Stevie nicks. I adore her. I was raised to love her… I would marry her now.

And this woman.. Renee.. reminds me of a young Stevie.

And I adore her.

But I’m getting ahead of myself…

I’ve known Renee now for about 3 weeks… We’ve talked a lot in our time working together…and to be honest… she’s awesome. At the point where.. honestly.. I think she’s too awesome for me.

I’d rather have her as a friend than a lover… and it breaks my heart to know that I can be that honest.

So today… I asked her a lot f tough questions.. and she answered honestly…

So by the end of her shift… I’d asked her to dinner…

She quickly responded.. Tonight?!?

I was like, No… Not tonight… Tomorrow.. if that’s ok with you…

Knowing… that.. tomorrow we worked another shift together.. and tonight was bowling night.

So I went home… sad to know I’m back home.. but happy.

I got home.. took a shower.. and smoked.

I felt better.. but conversations with people to explain the day just really killed me…

So I dropped it all and hopped in a car and went bowling..

No escape.

I find Paul and everyone. But not a minute goes by until someone who knows the family asks how He’s doing…. ‘Better than last week?’

I want to jump across the table at this bitch. And kill her.

I refrain… I swallow hard.

I can feel the lump in my throat.

In closing of the conversation…
‘All I can say is Pray… It’s what I’m doing.’

I try and wipe my mind clear with Amber Bach… and team friendship…
It helps me forget… I laugh..have a good time.. but yet.. I feel hallow.

Like I am missing my soul… like there’s this cold wind inside me…

The beer buzz creeps on and I forget my worries for a while.. untl bowling is over..

And I’d made Mike promise me to take me home after bowling….

That didn’t work out.

We end up at the bar down the street…

Drama ensues… but I’m so detached from it all.. I don’t even care… I drink myself into a stupor, alsmot to the point I run into a cop head on, on his way to the bathroom… sheesh… No wonder I don’t drink anymore..

Needless to say…I got home safe… but today… fuck today…today doesn’t even deserve to be written about… but you know what? I don’t care.. this is my essence.. this was my day.. thus was the day the hearing my real mother cry broke my heart,,, made me shake.. made my soul creep into the shadows..
This is the day I looked for oncoming mack trucks, the day that I hoped the over was leaking gas and the whole store would be a fireball so my grandmother could live out her life happy…

But here I am.. the fuck up.. the soul singer… the moron.

I swear… I must have done something fucked up in a past life to have all this pain in my life.

I must have killed millions.. and killed my own.. because… I feel like I’m cursed. I feel like no matter what I do.. I’m destined to fail… Maybe I’m wrong.. and I’m just drunk.. which is true at this point… but honestly… all this… it seems so pointless in the grand scheme of things… it’s hard to keep faith when everyone lets you down… it’s hard to keep faith in yourself.

I miss yesterday.


I am currently Bleh

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Uh.. yeah...
01/21/2004 02:37 p.m.
What to do.. what to say...

I really don't know.. I love how I can sit there and think up these wonderfully poetic thoughts when I'm awak from the keyboard.. but sit down and try and spill the beans.. and it's like pulling teeth.



I still feel lost. I feel like this is all just a waste of time... I feel like no one will notice any of this..until it's past the point of no return...

I hate the music industry... cramming crap on airwaves. They never play anything good, and the sad part is, if it's good.. they play it so much that you dont want to hear the song for another decade.

I hate reality. I hate this reality I've created for myself... it's like a personal nightmare. When I was a kid, I thought I would be there.. in the spotlight.. and yet...I'm no one. I'm a nobody... people don't notice me.. I'm that nice guy you meet.. yet you don't remember me tomorrow..Maybe I should be obscure.. Maybe it's better that the media hasen't stuck thier heads up my ass... I proabbly would snap under that kinda pressure...
then again.. proabbly not.

I'm better off alone and unknown... maybe I'm wrong, and I'll be shown...

After all this... this life I've lead... I wonder... is it better to just burn out than fade away? At laest then you dont have to deal with the agony of seeing you're best years thrown back in your face as you pay someone to change your diapers..

I've been reading alot of negativity towards people with blogs and journals...and have found alot of logic in these arguements.. and have started questioning my motives for doing all this... I figured it was more for me than you, the reader.. but I've come to odds with myself over the whole thing.. Like, I'm not only doing this for me.. but also for you...and the scary part is, I don't even know you.. I don't know what to show you about my life.. what to tell you... what I should remember to write down to treasure... but alas.. I'm here... and I'll try to share this world of mine with you.. Well.. If you care...


I am currently Better
I am listening to Come away with me : Nora Jones

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A million thoghts condensed into this tiny box...
01/20/2004 08:18 a.m.
Let's try.

How I feel...

Nautious..Depressed..Stoned..tired.

Why?

Been a long day, up at 9am, went to bed at 3... worked 12 hours.. came home... hung out with someone from work.. smoked.

What's you're problem then?

I feel like my life is pointless. Like this life is wasted... I feel like I'm not living the life I should be. Like I know there's greatness out there for me, but I'm afraid to seek it out in fear of rejection.

Rejection? Right? Something we all fear... As I know rejection well.. we're best freinds most of the time.

Needless to say, this all just makes me question.. what in the hell am I doing with my life? Suicide waiting to happen? Trenchcoat mafia down at the school yard? Powdered sugar to the pentagon?

I feel lost.. Like I knew one time what I wanted to do, but I never pursued it.. just like I dont pursue anything else in my life.. like I'm too laid back for that or something. Like I'm willing to just let it all pass me by.. run off into the sunset with my dreams..

This last two weeks has sucked most of all..Horrible job, great people.. suck ass pay... even more depressing than usual...

I dunno.. I'm gonna take a shower and get some sleep, maybe I'll feel better tomorrow..
when I have to work... again... on my night off...

fucking people man.. You just help them out.. and what happens? they ask for it all the time.

So... I've had some great quotes of late..

Love's just another 4 letter word..

(but I'm sure that's been used a million times)

My mom's so fat, she's got a stuffed porkchop for a pussy.

(sorry mom)


Anywho...

So I've been having weird dreams again too..I'll post the one about the little girl and her brother shot on the train...

Weird stories to tell as well.. strangness about sexual contact between employee's and underage debauchery... but that story is going to have to wait...

I need sleep... and a new life... or maybe a new outlook... but a good snuggle always improves that outlook.

Check yah later, mannnn...


I am currently Tired
I am listening to Fell in love with a boy : Joss Stone

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Envy and Me...
01/14/2004 10:47 a.m.
Ok.. I'm not genrally a jealous person (or a great speller)

but tonight, someone threw in my face the most blantent reason for me to be jealous..

Not only did this person get to meet Dave Chapelle and get pictures of him hanging out his bus window (with a dimebag) but then gets to meet Dave Atelle.. and get a picture too.. man... I'd shit myself if I'da met either the two of them.. I get to meet Johnny Knoxville and Dave Matthews... wtf? See.. you never get to meet the people you really want to.. the people you like and make you laugh.. Sure I love dave and all, but hey, I met him without all the fanfare and Vh1 bullshit.. I met him in a van smoking a bowl.. I met Nuclear assault asking me where to score some crack...(I sent them over to the 7-11, they scored and rejoiced) but hell.. for me to meet someone I idolize, like Reznor or Keller Williams... hell, Robin Williams for that matter... I dunno.. maybe I'm jaded to mucicans.. more along the lines that I somehow am not impressed with musicans.. I think comedy ranks higher than music... You need to practice to be a musician.. hell.. almost anyone can tell a joke and even sometimes they can pull it off... and to make someone laugh.. thats special.. I guess to me.. mainly because, when I was a kid.. I really dreamt about being on SNL.. hence why I was always the class clown.. always in trouble... I sought out any attention over good attention.. so I'd ham it up in class.. hell.. Momma's don't raise your children on late saturday night live... it'll tell your kids to laugh is golden and that sometimes the class clown comes out on top.. Sometimes the hero doesnt get the dame.. but he gets the last laugh... and to me.. that's the golden moment.. when you drop that bomb in the crowd and hear that explosion of laughter and applause as you back off stage left with the lights sparkling in your eyes... and for that moment.. You made all those people forget.. for a split second.. their lives..their pain.. for that mere moment in time, on live television.. You made a million people spill a soda or bong, made someone hug thier loved one.. You made magic.

I've always wanted to be on there.. now it's more of an onrunning joke.. I could hack it.. I know that.. but really.. I'm not that funny.. I can do voices and make my friends laugh about one of my rants.. but you know.. is it worth it? I don't think so... I guess really.. I'm afraid of failure.. and that would be the ultimate test.. but to do soemthing along those lines is impossible, since they only seek out, not take applications.. but hell..

maybe one day soon, I'll come up with some good jokes..


I am currently Anxious

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R.I.P. Mouse.. Hello Optical Wireless...
01/14/2004 08:34 a.m.
Well.. it was an overall slack day for me.. I hung out, woke up early, got lunch.. then got tired again, didnt feel so hot, crawled back into bed.. slept for a couple of hours.. and woke up from this awesome dream.. Stared at my spiderman poster.. and noticed it was more red than usual today... crawled out of bed..and got dressed..

CHilled for a little, wrote down my dream and then went up to work to get my schedule and talk to the people there...

Came home and thought about writing.. started to surf the web.. and noticed my mouse was working like crap.. I cleaned it out, and it still worked like crap.. so I was like screw it.. it's about time I got something for myself..
So went up to radioshack.. and I knew what I wanted.. wasent too bad, a little overpriced.. but I was like fuck it.. So I went and bought the Wireless optical... I know I didnt really need the wireless, but the wire was always pissing me off and getting in the way... so now, I should be happy clicking for a long time to come.. and it looks sweet too...

Other than that.. Hmmm.. I got lost in my old pizza delivery area.. which was ironic.. I hadent been out in that area in like 3 years.. so it was nice to see some old stomping ground.. and then get lost in it... which was me just brainfarting and not trusting myself with directions.. even tho I was looking at the map... I love it when my brain chooses not to function.. mainly on math problems it seems.. LoL..

Hmmmm... other than that.. typical day off from work...
Seems I'm molding right back into the old channello's habits.. Work, sleep, hangout, work sleep, hangout..lol

I've been kicking around the idea of havign a blog dedicated to my conversations with people.. just to show you the glimpses of me and my friends that no one ever gets to see, not to mention the humerous conversations we have and the porn pop ups that I so love to talk smack to.

We'll figure it out someday...


I am currently Better

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