that lease business sounds like bull-crap to me. if you have to give 60 days notice, then they shoulda had you re-sign your lease sixty days before it was up. and 60 days written notice??? what is that crap? who the hell knows they're moving sixty days in advance?

buying appliances today. joy...i just love drop two grand in one day...and when i think how much i've dropped over the course of the past week...*shudder* very scary stuff.

nice things: moving out of apartment
shafty thing: getting screwed over by lease.

see, my lease ends on November 1, but see...regardless of it ending...i still have to pay rent due to the fact that i didn't give 60 days written notice. that sucks.

never use the BLINK tag in your post...or i KILL YOU!!

things that are good: having fugazi CDs at work
things that are bad: no CD in the fugazi cd crystal

Looking for an answer?
You can find it anywhere
Life is what you want it to be
so don't get tangled up trying to by free
and don't worry what the other people see...
ITS NOTHING!

oh new FVGAZI album...you are like a shiney new penny.

you know what i just saw in the mood's cube? a pair of denim blue jeans, dammit! and he's blasting the new fugazi album, too! what does that bastard think this place is, some kind of zoo?!?!?

PART IV

So me and my friend exited his home to find the rest of the people missing. We walked down to the end of the sidewalk and looked up and down the street and didn't see them anywhere. i figured that since it was early in the morning, they went to look for food so we started to head up the street.

At this point, i completely lost things from my perspective and became a third person or a camera view. it was like i was being dragged though the woods. it was fall, it was raining and leaves were falling all around. i didn't stop moving til i go to the top of a little knob over looking a lake. and then i heard voices of people talking.

almost done, watch out for Part V

that mood character is just a bad seed. it's to do something about!!! let's start playing some Dixie Chicks in his cube...maybe he'll get better then!

pst... wanna hear something? i think that mood character is wearing blue jeans. that bastard!

once again i slept in an decided to skip breakfast so i could get in to work early. but i did have a dream where i ran a speed trap (there was an officer on the side of the road who waved me over to the side, but i ignored him and kept driving to work. Paul, who was a passenger in the car, did not notice the cop and i didn't mention it). then i got to work, and a little while later a lot of state troopers showed up and started questioning me... i had to tell them the exact route i took to work, and i couldn't decide whether or not to tell them the truth.

in other news, nate, the current bass player but soon to be guitar player of our band, the harlots, brought a guitar over to my house last night and set the place on fire! he's an incredible lead player.

planning to finish up the dream today at some point. finished the spare bedroom off last night. everything is pretty much packed up and ready to go in that room right now. it took me all night and the next room is the master bedroom and some of the dishes and such in the kitchen tonight. that'll mean another long night packing things up. but it's really fun right now knowing that i'm moving out of this aparment.

come Saturday (hopefully), Operation Anti-Brothel will commence.

PART III

I walked into my friends kitchen and picked at some food that was laying about the counter. As we were talking, a friend of the brother came strolling into the kitchen from outside. he was wearing a white shirt, blue jeans, a cowboy hate, and had white/grey hair. me and my friend exchanged a nervous greeting with him and i felt the urge to get out of there.

just then the brother walked into the kitchen. was dressed all in black. had long thin black hair and was holding a cigarette. he was much older looking. probably in his fourties or early fifties. you could see the wrinkles in his skin from smoking. when he left the room, my friend decided he wanted to leave too. we left from the kitchen as fast as can be and came outside to find JUST the trailer sitting there. the others were gone.

Find out where the other people went in the next rousing Part IV

PART II:

So my friend was telling me NOT to take this one pair of shoes that i liked. they were quite soft and looked like an old pair of football cleats. they were soft and warm from what i remember. but i put them on and was going to take them anyway, regardless of what my friend had to say. he asked me what i was doing there and i had told him about all of us just taking off from our worlds and striking out on an adventure. i urged him to join us and he wasn't buying it at all. At least not yet.

Stay tuned for Part III

speaking of dreams...the one i had last night could be made into a most excellent of movies. it starts out with three diffent men feeling a need for change and adventure in their lives. these three actually turned out to be me, scott, and micah. we meet at a diner by chance and sit around talk about doing something, something very different.

before you know it, we're out the door with a small trailer and vehicle of something hauling the trailer. we pack some blankets, food, and other odds and ends. we end up meeting a young mentally retarded child who scott becomes a father figure towards. we end up meeting chris wain along the way too and pick him up.

i stop at a friend's house (who i don't even recognize from my current life) and i try to pick up a pair of new shoes. he tells me not to take a certain, it's his much older brother's. i tell him not worry about it.

stay tuned for Part II

ah, i really wish i'd gotten up in time to eat breakfast... the thought of the english muffins i could've eaten, with some jam on them, is killing me! and i just realized i had a dream last night where i ate english muffins... see, yesterday morning i had them with some knotts berry farm strawberry jam, but i put too much jam on them and they were way too sweet. then last night right before i went to bed, i read a steve martin book (pure drivel) that i got from the library, and in one of the stories he mentioned knotts berry farm, which clearly influenced my dream, because in the dream the english muffins had the strawberry jam on them, but they tasted really good, i mean superb. and then what do i do? go and wake up to late to see if my dream was truly prophetic or not.

CPR: 83% PPR: 94% now spinning: burning airlines - identikit (an excellent album)

i'm finding today to be quite interesting. i woke up this morning feeling like i was dead. but right now i feel good and have been super productive the whole time. well, aside from a few little chats with people.

CPR: 95%
PPR: 100%

now spinning: FVGAZI

i've come up with a new diabolical plan. i'm going to call everyone lance from now on. why? i have no clue. more than likely because i'm some what touched in the head. but yeah. your name is lance now.

this should free up some space in the memory area of my head.

i'm sorry, maybe its just me, but these things are killing me!

thank you cruel.com... you've allowed me to find the funniest clip-art site of all time... check this out: clip art meetings and go to the archives and stuff. the newest one about the war is too much sides hurting.