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| Wow, weekend from hell, yo. Went to jail Saturday and got two tickets
for the same damn thing. On the way to a wedding no less, and Shi was
stranded on the side of the road for like an hour. Long story short,
not a good day. Sunday wasn't bad, but today I was at work for less
than an hour and nearly cut my thumb off. Three hours, four stitches,
and a drug test later I have a throbbing, looks-like-death thumb and
possibly no more coffee house job. Fingers crossed that Mary Jane has
left the building. In other, less shoot-myself-in-the-face news, I
spent a good bit of the weekend nekkid. Never a bad thing, and most
definitely a good thing in this case. Walls suck, by the by. God I need a drink.
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| What the fuck Halloween? What the fuck.
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| Why do I alwasy cut my thumb off when I'm slicing jews? I mean God.
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| So I'm officially the new bassist for Bite The Curb. I'm torn between
being scared shitless and bouncing off the walls. We have a show in
less than a month, and I don't know any of the songs, but I'm to
fucking stoked to be worried about it. Alright, that's a lie, I'm
fucking scared out of my mind, but I figure I'll just go nuts on stage,
and no one will notice(I hope). If you're into MetalCore at all you
should come out and give me some moral support.
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| Before I clocked on for my shift tonight, Jackie pulled an envelope out
of the Managers drawer at Hot Topic and handed it to me. Inside was a
card with a $20 and the words "Keep up the good work Tristan!" The
bitches gave me district EOM.
I can't remember the last time I was this pissed.
Not two minutes before handing me that envelope, Jackie handed Chris one, it contained his last paychek.
They fired him on false grounds after two years at the store. I only
worked two days the the month I got EOM. TWO DAYS. Chris probablly
worked four or five days a week in September.
What.The. Fuck.
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