meximick's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Finally, a new layout change. Ahhh. That feels better. A new look, thanks to my man at Internook.com. And it's about fucking time I changed something. I mean damn. This past week I've had to do some quiet introspection as to what I want my future to be, and where I'm going in life. The answer is "I'm not sure." So instead, I rented some porno. Honestly, I don't know what I'm headed for. I fell into my current useless job, which I'm about to be discharged from, so it stands to reason that I'll eventually fall into some other useless job with decent benefits that I'll be able to merely tolerate. A new job search has not begun. I'm in no rush. I could do the same thing I do now for another company, but.... whatever. Saw David Cross on Monday at the Metro. The incredible amount of beer I drank made it outrageously funny, yet nearly totally forgotten. Because of this, tuesday was a struggle to actively stay alive. My brain and all my vital organs cried out for the sweet pornostyle kiss of death, yet something, probably my stupid heart, kept me alive. Before I forget, saw Scratch, and it rocked hard. I wanted to go out afterward and buy a pair of 1200s and start pouring over dusty vinyl in some record store basement. Instead I went to the girl's place and got some. Speaking of which... told the girl I loved her, which is kind of big for me seeing as i've never told a girl that before. She was happy. And she loves me too. Life is pretty good. I'll leave it at that. Good news. Someone just tapped me on the shoulder, asking for a copy of my resume, as a position has opened up, which I happily told her I'd get to her. Now I just need to find out her name or where her office is. Fucking details... 10:32 a.m. - 2002-03-08 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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