Alright. I sold it.

My television set.

I don't miss the midnight Jessica Simpson commercials where Proactive helps people fight acne. I miss the movies on Scifi with the horrible effects movies in general. I CAN'T EVEN WATCH DVDS, JESUS H. CHRIST. I'm bringing a few of those over to my...former job. It'll do me good to face that guy again.

But I'm over it. ( Private to Naruto )

And, I've got a new job. It's fucken horrible, at least compared to Sound, but...I develop photos. Shit, I feel like a teenager'r somethin'. But money's money. I'll deal.

( Private )

Alright, I dunno how much longer I can hide out in this apartment and smoke like a chimney, but I bet it'll be a long-ass time. I don't even hafta go to work anymore. Yukari (my PO) came by a couple days ago, makin' sure I was all good and proper. The most she could scold me for was my messy place. I better get a new job soon so she doesn't have another reason to pay me a visit.

( Private )

Man, it's COLD AS FUCK here. I went to bed in my clothes and my mouth tastes like crap. Too lazy to change or brush my teeth, so what I am complaining for? Met up with a few friends last night. I almost forgot what it was like to actually...I don't know.

Ragging on me for not doing something. Like WHAT? I think I'm gonna get a hobby. Maybe Hinata, you can teach me to burn shit bake. Or...I can plant trees. Maybe I'll join a booOr learn how to sew! Shit, all these ideas suck. I can't see myself doing any of this. Maybe I'm just not cut out for hobbies.

I'm gonna go get myself a smoke and listen to The Buzzcocks

I've been listenin' to this stupid song on repeat for hours. It's dreary, and wonderful and it's pissing me off. Fuckin' Bright Eyes.

Yeah, I haven't been around lately. Not that I'm gonna start spoutin' stupid excuses or 'nething...I just haven't. I went into a a small bout of anti-socialness and wasn't up for seeing anyone. I even went up front a lot at work, just so the boss wouldn't be able to ask for a quick favor.

I actually am gettin' sick of him. I need better sex. I like my job, though, so...I don't wanna make any sudden changes...

I need ice cream and some good salad and eggrolls.

With everyone wandering back to where they began, one can't help but remember the good ole days. Well, the relatively good ole days...Okay, nevermind.

Okay. I need to get out more. I mean, damn. All these people have done something with themselves and where am I? Screwing my boss for a job I barely enjoy and getting wasted all the goddam time. But what can I do with a fuckin' Music major? I'm not teachin' kids shit.

I'll wait until that hit an' run shit's cleared up and probation's finished (not that I have a choice in the matter, anyway) and then maybe I'll take a good long break from this place.

I'm gonna go listen to Nellie McKay, eat the cookies lovely Hinata gave me (how'd the inspection go?) and maybe try to believe in the fat man dressed in red.

I need a smoke. And a drink. And a good punching bag.

Some lady and her kid came by the store. They left a bag full of books, so I snagged it and was flipping through them for a while (lucky me). There was this one called Stone Fox or something, and it was a real tear jerker (a for a book that's only 81 pages, anyway).

( Excerpt )

Manager wants to see me again tomorrow night. Probably because we have next weekend off with Christmas and all...Family time for him, wallowing in music for me.

I think I'll go shopping for presents tomorrow, too. Instead of asking what people want, I'll do this: Who wants something and what is it? If it's over twenty bucks, screw you.

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*primp*