Jan. 10th, 2006 10:01 pm:
*sigh*

Damn, today I had a straight up shitty ass, on the rocks, shaken, stirred, and all together fucked up, day! ...fucked up! ...the ass! ...with no lube!

Last night I forgot to set my alarm before I went to sleep, ended up sleeping in this morning, threw on some close and ran out to the car, sped to work and got pulled over by a cop, realized that in my rush to leave the house I left my wallet on my desk, got a ticket for speeding and a court date for driving without a license in possession, got to work late, got a verbal warning from my manager for being late, got a verbal warning for not being in full uniform because I forget my tie at home on my desk beside my wallet, and come lunch time I went hungry because I had no money and too much pride to bum off a coworker, had a few angry customers in a row, a coworker threw out his back (and while I feel bad for him) had to pick up the slack after he left, and as if all of that wasn't enough, as soon as I got off work I drove to Julie's and spent a whole minute with her before I had to say goodbye as she left to go back to New York...

*GASP*

...and so this one's for you Julie:

I got a faulty parachute I got a stranger's friend An exciting change in My butcher's blend A symbol on the ceiling With the flick of a switch My new found hero In the enemy's ditch Well somebody's something was left in the room And man now that its gone well of course we assume That somebody else needed something so bad That they took everything that somebody had Losing hope is easy When your only friend is gone And every time you look around Well, it all, it all just seems to change The mark was left Man it's never the same Next time that you shoot Make sure that you aim Open windows with passing cars A brand new night With the same old stars Losing hope is easy When your only friend is gone And every time you look around Well, it all, it all just seems to change Feed the fool A piece of the pie Make a fool of his system Make a fool of his mind Give him bottles of lies And maybe he'll find His place in heaven Cause he might just die Losing hope is easy When your only friend is gone And every time you look around Well, it all, it all just seems to change But hanging on is easy When you've got a friend to call When nothings making sense at all You're not the only one who's afraid of change		As a side note: Julie's 10 Questions and Answers What is your favorite word? matrix What is your least favorite word? hate What turns you on creatively, spiritually or emotionally? passion What turns you off? bigotry / disrespect What is your favorite curse word? fuck What sound or noise do you love? music What sound or noise do you hate? the sound of crowds, like when my store gets busy / crowded What profession other than your own would you like to attempt?  counterintelligence agent  acting or writing What profession would you not like to do? blue collar / manual labor If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates? "Welcome home, there are a few people who have been waiting to see you...  ...  ...and I'm sure you have a few questions you'd like me to answer..."
-Jack Johnson, "Losing Hope"