H.G.T.

Bleach.

Thx to everyone who slogged through the whole story. You all get a cookie. Also, when I post something like that, feel free to critiscize. I can take it. I have a huge, throbbing ego. . .  

I had an 8 hour turnaround . . . meaning I worked 1pm to nine pm one day and had to come back at 5 am the next morning. I only ended up getting about an hour of sleep . . . sux.  

It’s saturday, so I’m alone in the dark with my thoughts.

I’m at work and I’m not wearing shoes. Cartoons start in a minute, but our cartoons suck. . .

I want a digital camera. I see great things everywhere, and I want more pictures of them. I think after work I’m going to go to Electronics Hut or where ver and see if they will approve me for an Electronics Hut card.

Then you can feast your eyes on the delightful carnival of casper, wy.

I’ve been thinking alot lately. At that concert I went to a few days ago (see below) I had a borderline epiphany: I am a freak. And that’s a good thing.

That rising, falling sea of black and red, all those expanses of dirty skin and neo-tribal ink, made me realize something . . . all my life, I’ve been crippled by a tendancy to hold back and hesitate to be myself. . . The only places I’ve ever felt REALLY at home were places like that concert . . . the Freak Circus, in other words.

The happy moments I’ve scratched out were all spent with weirdos and misfits.

My tribe is the freak tribe. So get on the bus. Or get out of the way.

Lyric for the Day:

God Bless the Concrete and the Chaos it keeps;

This town. Belongs. To me.

–Lars and the Bastards, “Cambell, California.”