2007-08-31 - 10:54 p.m.
live from seattle, washington, it's me.
i want to join the army so i can kill terrorists.
i hate traveling so much. airports suck, airplane seats suck, airplane food sucks... not that the terrorists have anything to do with the shitty seats and food... but i wouldn't mind taking out my aggression on it on someone.
i'm a little pissed at my sister too.
her wedding is tomorrow... today... whatever... september 1st. the first day of UH football... which i have season tickets for! they're playing their tune-up game against University of Northern Colorado. they could put up 70+ points. all three qb's could play too.
jason laumoli could run for 50 yds!
run fat boy, run!
but i won't see any of it live... in person... or at all...
'cause i'm in frickin' washington!
and i won't be able to watch next weeks game against La Tech because i'll be at my manager's conference...
fuck...
it's literally the eve of the biggest season UH has to date, and i'm going to miss the first two games...
it's a stupid reason to hate life right now, but i feel justified.
i feel bad about work too... i left the store in devin's hands today, and apparently that was a bad idea because blane got mad that i had him scheduled by himself for the VPN conversion. it seemed like it would be easy and stuff... just 30 minutes at most that the registers are down, and since we're sooooo damn slow at that time of the day, i didn't think it'd matter for shit anyway. next thing i know, i'm calling devin at 12pm and he says he hasn't even had a chance to open the store! fuck...
i should've checked in on sarah too... just to see how she's doing personally. but i don't want to come off like i'm hitting on her. i just care about my staff. i check up on devin with his gf being gone, and i would do the same for sarah. but actually, i think i shouldn't because that might get me into trouble personally.
i like sarah, but i think she'd be more of a fling girl than a serious relationship girl.
i so just want to meet the girl i'm going to marry already.
i hate this dating thing.
i'm so not the dating type.
donna would hate my guts if she heard me say that.
why do i have all these one sentence paragraphs? they're so not conducive to actual writing. they're more... stream of conciousness.
i think i'm done writing.
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