may22

So,

First day at the new job. Rough. Lots of TPS reports and cover letters. jeez. Big week this week i have my first review.

Yea thats probably what it would sound like if i had a job. Well probably not. It would probably sound like this:

Shit, i got a job, i cant beleve these stupid fucks hired me for that much money. I shouldnt be so negative. People would love to pay me money to blog.

In retrospect of this weekend, the history of me and big j regarding booze and the white iron band shows striking characteristics. Hammered. Bikes. Booya. I puked before we left. Its like they tell us to get hammered with their music and once we get there we forget everything they told us and wake up without any idea how we got home and an achy neck. sweet. big ups.

Then the swap happened. man i wish everybody was there. you know? you. never have i seen a bunch of people get togeather for self distruction since the last swap. If you have never seen a derby at 5 PM in the daylight with 10 drunk people trying to hurt each other with 30 drunk people smoking ciggarettes, listening to metallica, talking shop, and cheering them on around them you are missing out. Im pissed i didnt get there earlier. I hope i dont have to leave minneapolis for that and the track. Jeezuz.

I feel bad i cant get better at things quicker. It took me 4 years to get good at college, ok well mabie 3, and now im finaly good at it. took me 5 years to get good at bikes and 20 years to drink good. what? Does that mean it will take me 3 years to figure out how to get a job? Ha!! Sweet!

Seeyadamarra