Lesse... I quit my job as a janitor sometime in Febuary... then in March I got a job as a Customer Service Rep at some damn catalog company. I kept up with that job until just recently actually until my brain could not take anymore customer stupidity and I quit on the spot. Not really the smartest thing one could ever do, but at the time it was a brilliant idea. Anyways... at the moment Im currently jobless though my friend Myles' mother said she could get me a job where she works easily enough. So Im going to try there.
Anyway... last November a coworker at the catalog place named Justin... he's a great guy, though he has alot of physical problems. Crones disease. Ya know... where your body tries to eat your intestines basically. Well, he likes to soap box alot. Its a wonderful way to pass the time when the call volume was low. Just get a conversation started with Justin and just let him ramble for a couple hours. Well, he's really into this LARP called Amtgard. Foam swords and other assorted weapons and we basically beat eachother senseless with them.
Took him about 2 months to convince me to come along. So I dragged my friend Noah with me... I would have brought Myles too if he wasnt off in school several hours away. Meh... so I have no one to ramble with anymore... oh well. Amtgard has been really fun. Lots of cool people. Ive made several new friends... and have been dubbed 'The Fist'. .... Dont ask... heh, silly sex jokes and the next thing you know... out pops 'No, THE FIST!'... oi vey... sometimes I hate myself.
... Anyways... this journal entry is getting too long. I'll start making more deviations at some point since I have plenty of time on my hands.






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"What a splendid head, yet no brain." Is this really what the world is coming to?
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"What a splendid head, yet no brain." Is this really what the world is coming to?
And Anne Rice
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"What a splendid head, yet no brain." Is this really what the world is coming to?
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baby, seasons change, people dont
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Critics will grumble. Of course they will. That's one of the functions of critics. As an artist it's your job to give them ulcers, and perhaps even something to get apoplectic about. -- Neil Gaiman
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"What a splendid head, yet no brain." Is this really what the world is coming to?
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