So anyways

On repeat. Like some kind of pro.


Speaking of pro, I showed the internet who's boss earlier to help dan acquire a song that is so far-fucking lost in the sands of time that only goddamned imeem had it. I know one person who knows the woes that can bring upon somebody, except it was a bit easier for me because I have more windows computers than I do mac computers. Still, shit was so cash.


I hope dan gets a guitar.

I asked the people I work with to write down the last 4 digits on credit card imprints because that helps me order the end of day paperwork a lot easier. The task is simple, and takes a few extra seconds per check in. They argued that those numbers are in the computers, and that they won't do that for me. I hope they all fucking die. I never ask anything of them, and always do what I can to help. But when I ask something? No, fuck you John. Fuck you in whatever place you don't want to be fucked. I can't win.

So I have stopped caring about this place. I don't plan on asking anything else of them. I can't wait for the next opportunity I'll have to tell them to fuck off sideways like they have to me. I'm not even bitching, it's just sad. Honestly. I work with a bunch of sad ass adults.

Speaking of not winning. No, nevermind.

Contact is going ok. I'm not making another video until after I get a camera, and it'll be an actually interesting one to watch. I promise that. I'll do my best on it. Maybe I'll win.

I would like that. A win.

Day off today. Saturday, it will be hell. I am being given this particular shift because the fat bitch Dawn who works second shift too can't handle these situations. She just screws it up. I wish she would just have a heart attack and get it over with. Fat people disgust me. You just can't respect somebody who doesn't respect their body.

I got candy from the asian market. They're great, thank you Brandon for showing me these fucking whatever they are.

Fast forward 4 years.











I'll be gone.