I know its been more than a year since I've updated this enormously widely adverbally read piece of journal..itude. And before that it was roughly a year, but who are you to judge, once again.
Besides, I'm a busy man. What, with my... lack of a job, and bumming money for the occasional record or two. And the constant mooching. And the slacker...itude.
It's all about to change! I guess...
I'm getting a job before August is out. I swear. I have to.
I'm getting a quasi-permanent place, too. No more of this like, staying at Scott's one week, or over at my sister's apartment. Fuck that. In it's ass.
Dan's going away to school, like... late September. It's not for a while, but once he's out, I'm fucking renting his parent's basement. But it won't be my parents basement. So eating Chinese and staying up listening to my Fugazi records while Xboxing it up, wont be as much of a nerdy ordeal. I'm hoping things go that way, anyway.
As for the pay, like I said, I'm getting a job. Maybe like, Blockbuster or something. Somewhere where I can assauly people with my massive brain full of pop-culture knowledge, and make them feel retarded for the services they're purchasing... or something like that.
I don't know, we'll see how it pans out. Until then, I'm going to stop ranting. For about another year. I'll let you know how it goes.