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design | host red eye code blue i'd like to strangle you it is known far and wide that i will share my thoughts on Sprint with anyone who will listen. my parents have long distance, local, cell phone and DSL through them... and lucky enough for us, they are lazy, retarded bastards. they don't even have a tower in my area. my area being a major metropolitan area. where hundreds of people need to use their cell phones. this being said i think it will be obvious that my internet was not up on saturday as promised by those evil, evil people at sprint. we recieved the necessary equiptment to DO IT OURSELVES on monday. so. "we'll have your internet fixed saturday" means "YOU will fix your internet on monday." whatever. i'm staying at my aunt's house again while her dear husband is away on business. she's had internet all along. in my long absence it would just figure that i could not reach my online journals as several interesting things happened to me. my mom was in a car accident, we got lost in china town, my grandpa brought over my mustang, i got my drivers licence, lost my virginity, won a pulitzer prize and started a peace treaty with a hostile band of space aliens. ok so some of that might not be entirely true. my mom did get in an accident, (she's FINE though.) she smooshed the front of our van - so we had to take it into a body shop to get fixed. hence us getting lost in china town. (on a side note i would like to say that you cannot truly call yourself a citizen of las vegas until you have been lost in china town!) so we were sans one car, so my grandpa brought over my mustang. the rest is all a lie. though, i would like to note that my peace treaty with aliens is more likely to happen than me losing my virginity any time soon. work is going as well as a low paying job topping pizzas for the man can go. actually. i'm being a bit harsh. work is going nicely. i'm still quite shy around most of my co-workers... but they seem nice enough. one in particular is pretty cute. but- my shyness coupled with his shyness has bred very little communication. and i don't think it would be wise to date someone from work. though it's not as if i have a choice. i will end this bizarre stretch of mundane lettering on this note of mild political outrage: i went to walmart to buy my aunt a copy of American Idiot, as it was her birthday and she plans on coming with us to the concert October 6th. i want her to be able to learn the words. alphabetically i searched and found all of green day's other albums. all of them having somehow escaped parental advisory stickers, even with lyrics such as "Dickhead, Fuckface, cock smoking, mother fucking, and that, babies, is all i have for you today. keep out of trouble because i sure as hell won't. |