Full Frontal Nerdity

Today I starred in the Independence Day Edition of "Bad Day At Black Rock." Unfortunately for me, there was no Dean to come barging in slinging remotes around. The jamba juice I bought for comfort came sans pretzel (they were out) and then had the audacity to explode on me as I was going down the stairs to catch the A train--which I then missed.

But now I'm safely in my bed. I'm a little afraid the fan will go nuts and some how sieze my hair or any other carelessly placed appendage. On a positive note, anybody here in New York want to see Gonzo, the documentary about Hunter S. Thompson?

I started my first day of work at Nordstrom's. It was...well it was what it was. I'm glad I'm not going to be there for long. Of course I had the worst cramps on the planet all through training. Wouldn't be fair if my body didn't fuck me over some how.

Also, I am completely broke. Yes, I have exactly ten dollars to my name. Between them my parents owe me $550 dollars. Unfortunately both of them happen to be in states that are not California. Furthermore, I'm a little shaky on how I'm going to get to work because I am out of gas, and with gas being as expensive as it is. Fuck. I'll figure it out I guess.

Only I hate my mother. I really really hate her.