you fucking people piss me off. i get passed up on a promotion because some tard who never fixed a computer in his life went over everyones head and got the general manager to approve it.

my manager is a ogre of a lady who smells of formeldehyde and can't leave work without having 5 dollars worth of junk candy and soda and 2 dvds.

i gotta give it to pat, he's come off of tweak and speed, and just plays world of warcraft, thats a pretty good improvement. now if i can just get him off of leaving things around the house and maybe getting him on shaving, we may have a pretty cool cousin.

right now the girl situation is pretty lame. once in a while we hit the thai spot in hollywood and get hit on by like 30 year olds while we watch windows media player play old dance and hip hop music videos on discounted, faulty TVs.

once in a while i might message a girl on myspace or whatever, but it never goes anywhere, we never have too much in common, and its the fucking internet.

i guess i'm starting to blog longer again, which must mean i'm depressed.