I had another idiot at work today. She asked me if any of the ham we sell is for sandwiches...uh, lady? THEY'RE ALL FOR FUCKING SANDWICHES! Idiot.
I was shaving this morning, I cut my mole. Goddammit. It's alright though. Still look like the same heap of shit I always look like.
I bought a new guitar yesterday. It's a black Dean ML with green lightning, and a big graphic of Dimebag Darrell with his trademark razorblade necklace. I seen it, and I almost came in my pants. It sounds great. I just need a new amp though.
Douchebag. Just wanted to say that. Douchebag.
Some chick hit on me at work on Wednesday. I want no part of her. She looked like she was pushing 260 lbs, and she was wearing a tanktop with straps so thin it looked like floss. Oh god, I'm gonna have nightmares.
Speed Racer is definitely not on my must see list. Iron Man however is.
Speaking of movies, I still haven't seen the new Harold & Kumar. If anyone seen the first one, Harold & Kumar Go To White Castle, you know what you're in for. Speaking of which, White Castle sounds pretty good.
I'm watching Grandma's Boy, and it's at the party scene. Wish I was at a bitchin' party like that right now. But no, I'm at home, after a long day of work eating cheesecake, lighting new candles I bought, because my room reeks of an ashtray. I need to cut back.
God's still making fun of me at work, making me watch all these hot chicks walk around with their boyfriends...shit I'm so alone.
One of my best friends is moving to Long Island...that bastard.
Every guy needs the three B's. Backrub, blowjob, and bedrest. Every chick needs the three F's. Flowers, food, and fucking. That's my opinion though. Remember, I'm no role model.
I fuckin' hate most of the customers that come to my job. Probably more than I hate my boss. They're idiots.
I'm a slave to guitars. I own two electrics, my new Dean ML and my red Yamaha RGS, and a my Hohner (or Hokner) acoustic at my mom's house.
My one co-worker got Rockwell's "Somebody's Watching Me" stuck in my head. Oh god, the song sucks, but I can't get it out of my head, lol.
Someone shoot me, please. But then again, to quote Hunter S. Thompson played by Johnny Depp in Fear And Loathing In Las Vegas, I'm too weird to live, and too rare to die.
I feel dirty when I listen to "Sex Type Thing" by the Stone Temple Pilots. It makes me smile slightly, and it makes me want to fuck someone, harder than I've ever fucked any chick in my life. Fuck it.
My stepmom's mother is coming to visit at the end of the month. So I have to act all wholesome. Like not much black apparel, no slipping out any shits, fucks, goddammits, or you're-a-cocksucking-whores. This is gonna be tough. I must avoid any interactions at all costs.
Oh by the way, here's a picture of my new guitar. http://www.themusicfarm.com/images/products/small/dib.jpg
Ahh fuck it, I ran out of things to say.