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Hey kids,

Not a whole lot of time to talk today, since I've got work in about an hour and I still need to shower/shave/finish this grilled cheese/try and be a pace car in the awful traffic jam on the way to work. Then it's an open to close shift of boring, needy, indecisive people so I can hopefully make enough money to pay the electric bill. Such is life, I suppose. We live, work, and die. But somehow, life is a little bit more exciting for me lately. Maybe it's the fact that over the next few months, money is going to be really tight and it's going to take some inventive living on my part to make everything fall into place. Maybe it's the fact that one of my best friends is about to move in with me this weekend, and it'll be nice to have a pleasant soul in the house instead of a bunch of bros, and it'll be nice to be able to get drunk and do ridiculous shit. It'll also be nice to get some quality music writing done, which seems to be the only part of the album writing process that I really would like some chemistry with. Maybe it's the fact that in less than 4 months, I'll be allowed to legally drink. That'll be nice. No more incognito getting drunk prior to public events. Good times. Maybe it's the fact that fall always seems to entail a ridiculous amount of hijinks, regardless of what year. Fall for me has always been the time of new experiences, for whatever reason. Even last year, when I was a seasoned college student, I did a ton of shit and pushed boundaries like I didn't even expect. I'm excited for fall. Hopefully it cools down a lot, and the weather stays clear. I love the end of summer and early fall, as well as mid winter. The best part of the year is yet to come. Anyway, work.

xoxo

It's the end of the world as we know it.

So if you've been to a movie theater within the past two months, chances are you've seen a few movie trailers repeat themselves. Particularly, 9 looks to be a stellar and epic battle of little potato sack guys (or something) against machines while Coheed and Cambria plays in the background. Another one that seems to have an alarming amount of trailers out is 2012, the movie about the Mayan-predicted apocalypse with Kevin Spacey and shit. I dunno, it's a lot like all of those other apocalypse movies in that it looks really cool in the previews, but you know exactly what's going to happen, it's not very realistic, and it's probably going to gargle chodes.

I once met a girl at a party where I knew just the crew of friends that had come with me. This girl was the most attractive girl at the party, but even then, she wasn't exactly a beauty. Regardless, she was one of the few that was not instantly filed under "mountain troll," so she garnered her fair share of attention. However, instead of trying to further her case for a wang to bring home that night and cuddle with, she started talking about how she was absolutely frightened of the Mayan prediction of the apocalypse in 2012. Needless to say, most everyone stopped talking to her after this.

Personally, I think worrying about the apocalypse is a pretty silly thing to do. For one, the day the earth decides it's going to end, that is pretty much it. Regardless of any preparations you make, and any ideas about escaping the planet before it dies, I'm pretty sure an entire fucking planet deciding to self-destruct is not going to be foiled by the actions of even millions of people. Armageddon is a force much bigger than any number of people, and nothing you or I do is going to stop it the day it happens. And if there is nothing we can do to change the inevitable, then you know what? So be it. The world could end at any moment, and I'm certain that if I knew it were to end soon, I wouldn't be typing an overly personified blog when there is any number of things I could be doing.

So in the end, will the world end? Who really knows? I know I don't. But what I do know is that, if the world does decide to end, I'm throwing a party. What better way to go out, right?

Baked Lays: A sad metaphor for my sex life, or merely chips?

Oh wow, so I've posted one entry a month for the past two months. Shame shame Joeycakes. Well, I could sit here and apologize, and then make some stupid excuses as to why I haven't posted, and then promise to post more, but I'm pretty sure that's what I've done the past two months. So, I'm just going to say that I have missed all of you 6 followers that I have. How are you? Everything good? I'm glad. Not really. That's cheesy and way too Chuck Palahniuk for my taste, thanks.

So uh, not really sure where to start. This past month or so has been pretty fun. I'm officially moved out of the bro mansion for good, and I couldn't be happier. Aside from passing moments where both parties are most likely thoroughly intoxicated, I will never have to see those three again, and already it feels like a behemoth weight has been lifted from my shoulders. In typical fashion, they left a ton of their bullshit behind which required me to hang around and clean up/throw away a ton of shit. The silver lining is that now I have a steamer, which I have been trying to get my hands on for a while but haven't had the money (although I do own a walmart steamer basket, so that was pretty handy). I guess the gold lining is that hopefully, I will never have to deal with such complete retards in such close quarters for the rest of my life. That is, until we have Guns 'n' Roses open up for us on our arena headlining tour. OBVIOUSLY.

So I dunno what's going on. Today is boring. I'm eating leftover pizza from I can't remember when, and drinking some swill bud light that I found in the fridge. It's not very good, but in that I didn't buy it, I have no remorse drinking it for free. Definitely drinking it out of a glass though, because fuck actually clutching such a bottle of douche swill.

Anyway, I'm gonna go hang somewhere else on the internet on this unnaturally cloudy day. l8er sk8ers.