I can’t forget,
Why you were mine,
I need you now!
| — | “Cry Little Sister” by Gerard McMann (from the album “The Lost Boys Original Soundtrack”) |
| — | “Cry Little Sister” by Gerard McMann (from the album “The Lost Boys Original Soundtrack”) |
oh, what? is that the shirt that i got sean for christmas? it sure is.
who wants it?
Count me in. Looks pretty nice. That is, iffin’ you wanna give it to me.
fuck yeah, its nice. 50 bucks from abercrombie, bro and it was actually on sale. it WAS 80. do you wear a medium?
Yes ma’am. Mediums and smalls is what I rock.
oh, what? is that the shirt that i got sean for christmas? it sure is.
who wants it?
Count me in. Looks pretty nice. That is, iffin’ you wanna give it to me.

My job may be good, but lets face it…nobody likes working at all.
I can honestly think of so many other things i’d rather do than working 10 hours a day, regardless of the benefits, awesome schedule (and ability to bend it to my will) and perks. The pay is damn excellent though, and it’s been so long since I have gotten any steady pay. The above expression on Hank Hill’s face will be mine after recieving a fat paycheck tommorrow.
Regardless, i’m going to face facts: I will bitch no matter what it seems. Just because I have a good job it doesn’t mean that I enjoy it. I’m not content by any means. Mr. Contradiction here and i’m armed for battle.
Namely being on tour, October, my old (and might I add, now broken) iPod, booking shows for fun, my buddies James & Candace, getting drunk and having good times on the norm, watching Chappelle’s Show with my now divided buds, high school and eating good food.
Goddammit, what happened? How the hell did it come to this?