location//school
emo//feelin.groovy
music.in.head//the.distance : cake
garments//my favorite hollister polo: the yellow one / dark khaki cargos / glasses / white.tan.kicks

okay...so...i really hate my job...i mean hate...with capital letters implied. i didn't get my paycheck on saturday, it's one thing to get your paycheck on a completely useless day...but it's another thing when your boss forgets to bring your paycheck on a completely useless day...after going through shit for my work while being uber-sick...i've come to a conclusion:

i'm telling my boss that i'm leaving today.

yeah...i've decided to do something rational: i'm going to quit my job and try to work for a mouse and get a job that i'll be happy with.

i'm going to try and get a job with disney...that's like, every kid's dream...and i could go for a dream job right now. so...yeah...the thought of it makes me very happy.

i'm finally going to get paid today...but, at that same meeting, that's when i'm going to break the news...i think i'll make sure to get my check first, then break the news...good idea? i think so.

it feels so good not to be sick anymore, with the exception of having a little cough here and there.

i don't know exactly how i'm going to tell my boss that i'm quitting...

yo bitch, take this job and shove it!!
no...

woman, i've had enough. there aren't any sexual possibilities with this job.
so true, but no...

i'm a money hungry satan worshipper, and that provides a conflict of interest working for this christian non-profit organization.
no...

well...the right words will come out when i need to say them...i'd just better not pussy out today...because i really need to quit this job...it isn't right for me. it's too conservative, i'm not having fun, i'm being someone that i'm not...besides, disney would just be more fun and fitting.

i view these jobs like thongs. target was my first pair of underwear (metaphor), and, well...it worked for awhile, then i needed to try something new...this job i have now is like my first pair of thong underwear, i can do this for a little while, but having this floss up my ass isn't going to do me too much good if i keep it there. disney would be like me free-balling it...so good on every level. i wouldn't mind free-balling today...but i've got my prelude to acting-classes today. we do a lot of stretching and bending over...not a good day to, literally, free-ball.

what kind of job do you have?
do you have a thong job?
a granny-panty job?
a g-string job?
tighty-whitey job?
boxer job?
crotchless-panty job?
free-ball job?
long-underwear job?
edible panty job?

he's going the distance, he's going for speed.
she's all alone in her time of need.
because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
he's fighting and biting and riding on his horse,
he's going the distance.
-- cake : the distance

(p.s. this, by no means, doesn't mean that i will free-ball while i work, if i do get the job with disneyland.)