ok, so i've been "gone" for a bit, why? i got a fucking job working at a credit card center, that's right, i'm helping americans get into more debt...the dumb bastards, haha. and for once, i might actually be at *GASP* a good job
why?
1.) i have not heard ANY country music in my job.
2.) there are more cars than pickups (pickups = bad)
3.) i don't have to be face to face with customers, i have the saftey of a phone line
4.) people actually either a.) get my humor or b.) pretend they do, i don't get the looks of confusion anymore
5.) co-workers know how to do math
6.) drug test
7.) there's a constant supply of coffee
8.) i have not yet been invited to join a paintball league run by a guy who wears shirts that say slayer or sepultura
9.) instead of going through 2 days of training and then being placed on the phone only to panic and hide under the desk, crying uncontrollably, i get three+ weeks, but the crying under the desk-still inevitable
10.) i have not heard "git-r-done"

i know, i'm not that excited, but yeah, a fucking job, that makes the world a better place. other news, i got an apartment, it's a bit rundown, but...it's my own apartment. other financial news...the life insurance is coming in, REAL soon. i'll bet out of debt soon (fingers crossed).
in other news, for the first time in a long time, i'm feeling something...hope. i feel my life turning back to the direction it used to be, i feel like i'm actually thinking again, i'm almost there, but i don't know where "there" is. it feels like i'm on a change for the best.
CD-Jets To Brazil-Orange Rhyming Dictionary-awesome album-it's the perfect blend of distress and relaxation (hard to describe the mood i get from them, it's an up and down experience.)
movie-Night of the Creeps - horrible 80's b movie-there is a part in the movie in which the sidekick to the hero is visiting the restroom and written on the stahl wall, is the band name Stryper..the movie sucked, i fell asleep, but any movie that can reference Stryper, the christian hair metal band, is alright in MY book.

yours truly
(and kicking ass)
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