What to talk about? I COULD tell you about how my family hates me, or that people are talking shit on me, or the fact that I am angry with humanity.
OR, I could forget all that, as I am wont to do and tell you that I GOT MY NEW JOB.
I GOT A JOB, I GOT A JOB.
GOT GOT GOT, JOB JOB JOB.
Sorry, Eat N Park. Sorry, assholes talking shit, can’t bring me down today.
Things are going to be very different around here.
I used my mind ray on myself, and erased yesterday from existance, and a few parts of today, and I am a happy, complete person who is about to go to a Chinese Buffet.
You know, it’s the year of the Monkey as of about a week ago, and, as you people may or may not know, I am also a monkey.
It is time for the 1980 kids to SHINE. Justin, Paco, Adam, me, things are gonna HAPPEN this year.
Whenever I’m sad, a little Chinese Buffet almost always cheers me up. It may be the zen-like atmosphere, it may be the fact that I can sit there and read and not be bothered in silence, or it may be the healing powers of General Tso.
Who knows? I’m not one to mess with zen.
SO, I am going to FORGET everything that is bothering me and eat some fucking wantons and dream about my new job of watching television all day and being paid for it.
Wow, that really worked fast. I don’t even know what problems I was referring to now.
Oh right, those. Shit.
TV ALL DAY!
LIFE IS WONDERFUL!!