Things I might do one of these days:

* Shave my head

* Save up, buy a shotgun, stick it in my mouth, etc.

* Drop out of school (or maybe finish some), move to California (L.A.)

I hooked up my old Nintendo (yeah, the original) yesterday. Too bad my parents never got me any good games.

Dragon Warrior is the worst game ever. If it were up to me it would be called "Constant Unbearably Frustrating Annoyances Warrior".

Old Tool is fucking awesome (i.e. "Opiate" and "Part of Me").

So are The Magnetic Fields (i.e. "Nothing Matters When We're Dancing", "Epitaph for My Heart", "Love is Like a Bottle of Gin", "Absolutely Cuckoo" and "How Fucking Romantic").

I'm gonna try to get to the Dashboard Confessional show the 17th, but it's in Cleveland (three hours away from Columbus, home of the center of Ohio). It depends on whether I get my car fixed (the godforsaken squeaky-brake thing) and if JT wants to go (and JT never wants to do anything cool).

So I got a job as a cashier at Speedway (not "Starvin' Marvin" anymore, dammit!) a few weeks ago making $7.25 / hr (that's why I've been neglecting the journal - I've been too busy suppressing my rage to express it). Guess what...it sucks ass! Let me count the ways...

* I work with a fat, thiry-something black guy who's extremely phony, passive-aggressive and condescending who constantly talks very loud in his stupid phony voice saying stupid things he doesn't mean sitting on the fucking phone the whole time he's there talking on a fucking chat line (the kind used solely to pick up girls) or standing behind me or beside me accomplishing nothing but talking very loudly (to the people I'm "ringing up") and even standing in my way while I slave away at the cash register! I hate that guy so much (and what's even worse is everyone else there seems to like him).

* I work and I work but I don't make any money, while my friend's ex-roommate makes like $4,000/month from stocks alone - no work required!.

* My co-workers don't do anything.

I hate it when customers...

* Ask for a pack of smokes without specifying whether they want "box" or "soft", when in fact they have a preference (which they'll wait until I've guessed the wrong type to share with me).

* Steal gas (happens at least twice/shift)

* Buy stuff that requires one or more plastic bags...bagging is a very slow, annoying process - it's not a grocery store, dammit.

Things I like about the job:

* Free donuts and (fancy gas station) hot dogs when managers are gone!

* Free coffee and soda all the time, baby!

* I can smoke a lot.

* Not many hours.

Dear Visitor,
Why do you hate Office Max so much? Let me know.

Jay

What is it with the phrase "jumping the shark" anyway? In the last six months I've gone from being proud of knowing what it means to being embarrased about being proud of it.