nice try.

my computer died. it's in limbo, i'm trying to decide if i can afford to fix it or what. i'm at the library, in the worst situated computer with the sun just blaring right into my eyeballs. that's bloggin dedication.

i've been pretty strange lately. kind of distributing my motivation around on too many projects so it just seems like i'm not doing anything.

quebec was pretty great. i don't have any photos because they are allll on the coma-puter.

ahh the sun keeps moving more and more into my eyes, this is terrible. the homeless guys just never stand around where you wish they would stand around.

ok eff it.

oh shit. this is a rant.

i hate serving those "i'm hip; look at my monroe/nose piercing!", but i'm also professional; "look at my pencil skirt/silk top" girls, especially when they are in pairs. today one was waiting for her friend to pay and through some kind of scuffle or coincidence, ended up putting one penny into the tip jar while looking directly at me. in my eyes. while dropping a penny in the tip jar. i'm sure she didn't intend for that to happen, she was just being silly with her friend while i happened to glance at her at the same time and she happened to look in my direction. why did i even think twice about this? because i am super conscious of our roles.

i slept in by like two hours this morning, so i showed up to work very late and when i got there is very busy. everything on the "island" was empty including lids (lawsuit waiting to happen) and napkins so i started filling that stuff up when this lady commented on how everything was empty. yea. got it. working on it. so i fill a couple things rushing around. she's like "miss, this is empty too" and passes me the metal cream pitcher. i grab it and take it to fill it and it was over half full. i wanted to hit her in the head with it, i really did. why did she say that though?? to mess with me? well, it worked lady.

i also hate adult women who have braces. sorry but that's fucking lame.

broken promises. ouch!

let the (blog) record show that dawson jones is a flake.

ugh. does anybody else want to come to sasquatch festival this weekend?

does anybody else want to be my boyfriend?