With the only highlight of the trip thus far being Wal-Mart potato wedges, I was pulling into Richmond between the Boulevard and Belvidere exits when 'Home Sweet Home' came on shuffle on my ipod. We made wonderful time home, and we needed to. I'm never leaving Richmond, especially for somewhere west. It's just so far removed; all those cities are buried inside America. Theres no escape.


On a a serious note, fuck Louisville. I am never going back there. It's like it tries to be as 'cool' as Richmond and DC, but it's so full of rich yuppies that it's impossible. Fuck most of the people there, and especially fuck you, Keith.


I came home to warm damp rugs creating a humid tropical rainforest in my house and a roommate bitching about conditioner that he probably hid from himself. I woke up to a mother screaming about my 200 dollar parking ticket and went to work only to come home again to the power out. Awesome.


NTC lifestyle never quit

Scared of girls

99 problems but a bitch ain't one. I've found myself dealing with so many assholes lately, and i'm glad to say for once that my family hasn't been contributing for once. Christmas went off fight-free for one of the first times, though chinese food isn't helping my cheer.

For the first time in my life, I have found myself with some people being afraid of me. This is weird. I am not an intimidating person, but I am crazy. At this exact moment there are at least two people who refuse to speak to me because they are afraid. This is because I tell them the truth. I really do hope that you are the first death from weed overdose, Ryan, and I really will sue you in February, you know who you are.

In other news, I got a new job! And thanks to Ukrops only giving me one day a week, I will still be there. Fun times, but it's whatever. I can't keep getting bored all the time, some variety will do me good. I'm eternally thankful for my parents being willing to help me pay for my shit so that I can get on my feet. Love them.

It's christmas time! Fuck yeah, we're gonna chill tonight.

Fuck

Writing like it's my job sucks. 20ish pages in 24 hours, my new home:

Until approximately 1am. Then 2 hrs of Brokeback Mountain.

I'm starting a punk rock band to the kill the time when I don't have to deal with this shit, or anything except my monotonous job for 40 hrs a week. Who's with me?