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Man, how about these insane interims between updates? I swear to christ, sometimes I'm on a role-- and I'm updating every chance I get. Other times, not so much. This is one of those 'not so much' times.  It could have something to do with the fact that I'm so angry about everything. Nothing in particular, really-- Just everything. I was going to do a long list of everything that is kind of annoying me at the moment... but, really, that would probably just make me annoyed again. That, and I already did one of those in on the Space... and really, it would just be a rehash of all of that stuff.



But, I do have a few things that I would like to point out..



Excessive P.D.A is really fucking annoying. Okay, I was taking a walk on the beach last night-- Then sun had just barely set, and there was a couple making out on a bench. That's a fairly romantic setting, and it's a warm summer night, emotions take over, and soon you're playing tonsil hockey. I can just walk right past this, and it's really not a big deal.



...But who fucking makes out in the line at Seven Eleven? Honestly. What's so fucking romantic about the homeless guy hassling the disgruntled middle eastern teller over cigarettes? HOW IS THIS TURNING YOU ON!? And even if it does, it's fairly inconsiderate, considering that I'm standing behind you with my bag of Doritos and a Big Gulp-- and I just want to get the fuck out of there. And of course, it's impossible NOT to fucking look at it. I swear to GOD, they were asking for a chainsaw in the face. There are plenty of other places for you kids to prepare your abortion. The Seven Eleven line is not one of these fucking places.





There's this teller chick at the bank who keeps hitting on me, and that's getting really annoying.



Yeah, you read that right. I swear, she's hitting on me. No, I don't know what's wrong with her.



And I swear, the whole bank is fucking against me-- Because no matter how many people are on, I always end up getting stuck with her. And she keeps yakking, and suggesting, and being all fucking whatever. And it's like: Hi? Shut up and deposit my fucking check, please. She's another thing to add to my list of things I fucking hate about the bank.





I really hate how the Foo Fighters have an awesome couple songs on every CD-- and the rest is all like, blah. I mean, sure, they're all fine sounding tunes... But, it sucks when I'm walking down the street, rocking out to 'Monkey Wrench' -- and then, because I'm too lazy to pull out my iPod and find another CD, I've got to listen to the rest of the shit they threw onto 'The Colour and The Shape'. I love Mr. Grohl, and I love the Fighters-- I'm just angry with them right now.





I'm out of money again-- But, the ticket taking dude let me into a flick today anyway. (I asked him if I could go in and tell Zach that I didn't have the money for a ticket-- But, he was like: 'No big deal', and just let me go in. God bless Canada.) 'Knocked Up' is riot. If you laughed your ass off in '40 Year Old Virgin', you're pretty much getting more of the same. Check it out. Not having money sucks, though. My Mom's apparently going to send me some tomorrow, though. If not, I still have some ramen left over from last cash-less spree. At least I could pay my rent this month, though.





It states pretty clearly on my Myspace NOT to add me if I don't know you-- But, apparently, that reads to some people as: "Well, MESSAGE me that you KNOW I said not to add me-- But, tell me that you think I sound cool and sure, I'll add you no problem."... Because this fucking chick messages me with pretty much the same idea. Are people fucking retarded? Is that the fucking problem? I'm not cool, I don't want to add you, keep the fuck away from me.





I still need to work on my treatment. I'm not getting anywhere on it. I give up. I don't want to write anymore.



Ugh. I'm going to go watch some 'Friends' and pass out on my couch. I need some Red Bull... I haven't had any in awhile... Maybe that's why I'm so cranky.

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