christ fucking god, i'm not going to kill myself. i love this bad larry of a life too much. sometimes. let's not go overboard here.

i would like to send a very public shout-out to aimeeelizabethceceliaseavey for her amazing new zine which i was lucky enough to receive in the mail yesterday. this girl has got her shit together. she finds time for creative, well-done, interesting things, which is more than i can say for myself right now. finally putting shit up on the walls of my room is about as artsy as i'm able to get right now. this, amongst other things, will change. someday.

some news: we totally have a ghost in our house. whenever me or carol get up at 5:30 am to go to work at our respective coffeeshops, we hear the same thing. the sound of the lock of our front door opening and closing. it is so fucking eerie. it is loud as shit and scares me to death. i'm opening on thursday and i don't care about not being able to drink a lot at blackout bar on wednesday, or that i leave the house at 5:45 am and get home from work/school at 6:30 pm. i am not looking forward to dealing with the Morning Ghost. fuck.

i'm also not looking forward to working with this guys Cesar on wednesday. i swear to holy god he is retarded. but he's not!!!!! he fucked up taking out the trash and putting toilet paper in the bathroom tonight and then yelled at me when i told him he fucked up. i just don't understand. we are not surgeons here at starbucks. nothing is that hard. the kid is a goddamn mess. i wish he'd explode.

these days i alternate between being violently happy that i'm single, not worrying about anyone else or crying over anybody and being so pissed that i can't find anyone i'm even remotely interested in worrying about or crying over. where are the interesting guys? huh?? oh! they're all gay/already have girlfriends. right. i forgot.

good times.

what i've been listening to

the buzzcocks. on my walkman. really, really loud.