tusa chaglaigh

im pretty excited.
im pretty sick of it.

ill start with what im sick of then to give you a hint that things are getting better the latter.

im sick of work so sick of it infact i dont care about making any money at all now...its gotten to the point were i try to hide and escape so much that it effects my income...ive sold my soul for ** grand per year ive sold my soul for nitrogen filled tires and i want it back!
im going to turn 26 in 12 days and im living at home...moved back last year after a bunch of mishaps and life changing events...i need a place to screw, cuddle and play my guitar as loud and as teenaged as i want to.

ok so here are some good things;
this weekend i get to see kala after almost three weeks...like tom petty said " god its so painful something thats so close is still so far out of reeaach"
her play is opening tommarow night for one weekend only Urinetown...a musical about pee.
i cant wait to see her as an mean old lady. i cant wait to watch the original house of wax snuggled up in her plastic twin sized bed i cant wait for bacon broccoli bites and to taste kalas rassberry honey wheat beer.
sunday hooverball...i hope we get enough folks
next wendsday deat cab for cutie in nyc
next sat holloween, costume b-day party
nov modest mouse, twilight singers.
sweater weather.
popcorn.
i actualy like pumpkin pie now thanks to mark.

well it looks as though i have more things to look foward to however these things are just a few days work is every day...i need to change my job...i need to stop being scared about it...lazy a bout it a pussy about it

i need to rock
oh yea november 3rd the wayback machine you all (2 people that read this) should come