thanks, lover. you're aces. i'm fine now. just feeling especially low @ 5am. fucking nightmares. haven't had them in years & they're back with a vengeance.
i cleaned up a bit around the house, made some calls, took care of some business & did taxes. i guess getting a few minor things accomplished made me feel better. i actually enjoyed the tedium of doing the taxes.
schedule B 1040 A minus 1099 INT taxable interest witheld OR if the amount on Line 67 of Section A Form 12.5 is less than adjusted gross income for Schedule C, skip to Line 27 on page 4 of the Tax Table for your district

fuck yes. i think i have a hard-on now. 

I have too much love for cheese danishes from lil Asian donut shops. I want to marry a lil Asian girly. That'd be fun. I bought some choco milk, too. ... I've had like silk/soy milk for like many years, but this titty cow rape milk is just fine right now.
Do you like my handbag? It's filled with lots of money.

Yeah, I should have married a Laotian or Vietnamese girl from whom I grew up with in pre-school onward with and lived a happy, healthy, sane life.

I think it was Edison that said something about you could lose all your money and eventually make it back, but if you waste your time....you can never recover it. Lately that's all I've been doing is wasting my time. I usually work three 12 hour days a week then I'm off four days. I get absolutely nothing accomplished in those four days. I usually sleep more than I should, some days I don't even leave the apartment much less talk to another human being.

I've kinda gotten stuck in this rut where I feel like no matter what I do, no matter how hard I try...there's always gonna be a wrench thrown into the cogs of whatever it is I'm attempting to do. I get tired of seeing those motherfuckers who don't even have to try and good fortune just falls into their fucking lap.

Thanks to my shitty work schedules in previous years...I don't really even have any fucking friends around here anymore. Everything I do I usually do by myself unless a friend comes in from out of town and that's pretty rare. I spend so much fucking time alone it's disgusting.

If you're ever lonely--which you obviously are--give me a call: 1-403-204-8802. Just pray I have the spirits in me so I can give a fuck to your cause.

spent the night @ chris's last night. just got home, feel like shit. i didn't eat yesterday & i have 1.5 pieces of bread.
peanut butter toast it is.
i feel violated, i think chris put something in my drink. not really, but i can hardly remember anything.
it's time to put jammies on & go back to bed.

adios muchachos.

How is it that an acquaintance managed to find 3 copies of Intrepid Punks in his area yet I can't find one goddamn copy, and I'm going to different cities looking for it? 

Aye, indeed. Unfortunately I haven't had much luck on the net either. I figured I would have been able to find it easily since he found all of his copies in the Tempe area, while I've stopped in damn near every video store and pawn shop in the surrounding cities but alas...

Guess that only leaves me with the option of burglary.

Thanks, doll.  

As stupid as it may seem, no, I didn't even check CG up to this point.