Current Mood: 
moody
Current Music: tokio hotel – monsoon
“Through the monsoon… just me and you”
soooo… where to start?
i’m back with garth. yes, that garth. (that’s us at our long weekend drink down). what can i say? i’m happy. and that doesn’t happen often. i think it’s going to work this time, even though that’s what i think every time. maybe i just shouldn’t be thinking at all. meh. but that’s not what has me in a bad mood.
its not even the rents. thankfully things have been calm ever since the big blow up last christmas when i found out i wasnt theirs. yah, maybe i could have figured it out on my own, but i also didn’t figure that they won a baby gorilla in 1989 from a south african wildlife poacher in a game of texas holdem. ughh… just thinking about that whole sitch still makes me wanna freak. but talking to dr. walker is starting to sort that out. (the rest is classified!)
so that doesn’t have me moody either. it’s because i’m now officially, unofficially, banned from best buy forever.
it started when my non-parents said i had to get a job or start helping out around the apartment. i was like, “don’t i already help out by not flipping out at all the stupid shit you guys say?” but, i thought i heard there’s a new persona coming out and i’m gonna need moneys for that. so i applied at a bunch of different joints.
wendy’s didn’t even call me back after i wrote “my beezwax, not yours” on the application under previous employment. figures. then i skipped an interview for outback steakhouse cause i didn’t feel like it, plus mtv 2 was running old episodes of two-a-days (love it!) finally my last choice, best buy, called me in.
this squirmy little bald guy just kinda twitched in front of me for five minutes and sweated all over his company handbook. finally he went, “Well, uh… you know, I don’t know that we’re equipped to employ someone of your race… no, no, species…” he stuttered and mumbled more, and all i could make out was him saying something about not being able to provide a hygienic workplace for the rest of the workers.
i lost my shit! i got up and yelled about suing them for a thousand bucks and calling the u.n. and all that stuff. in the process i accidentally knocked the bald guy’s dunder mifflin mug off his desk and it shattered loud. that brought in a couple of the beefier guys from electronics. they told me i had to go or they’d call mall security, but before they made me leave i screamed “JUMANJI!!!” in baldie’s face, and i could tell i freaked him out huge!
whatever though. i don’t think i’m gonna try and sue or any of the stuff i said. i’ll just go back and swipe a thing of cdrs to even things out. i also don’t know fuck about computers, so unless they stuck me in music (modern rock specifically) i woulda been clueless.
grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
ugghhhhhhh I need a job…
well, I gotta go eat dinner with my nona. it’s her birthday. kinda balls. i was supposed to get her a present and i just didn’t. hey, maybe i can give her the cdrs! nah, she’s all old and stupid so she’d probably stick them right into the cd player and think she went deaf.
take it easy… cause that’s what i am. ♥ ♥
mg.
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