i forgot to post a reason why i wanted to shoot myself yesterday.

i wanted to shoot myself when:

i heard the guy with the "la cucaracha" horn on his car again for the millionth time. the guy comes around every day and uses it 5 times. doesn't it ever get fucking old? i want to shoot him more than myself, actually. one day he's gonna get an egg thrown at his car. the next day, a brick. then the next day, a bomb.

also, i found out why i get so many calls from people speaking spanish in my lobes. apparently one of them could speak english today, and i asked them why everyone keeps calling me and speaking in spanish. it seems some chode licking asshole in the 626 area has my number painted on the side of his van, advertising for party singers and mariachi bands. so i get drunk mexican people calling me at all hours asking me in spanish to come sing at their party.

just fucking great. i'm not racist, but come on......