headaches all the time, achy necks and achy backs, tired feet, jaw is sore, droopy eyes, sour mouth.

i really need to get my bike fixed, i'm wasting away without activity and constant motion. 

My Body is a Cage

I just listened to the Fleet Foxes album, I really like it. "Your Protector" is easily my favorite I think, will be on repeat for a while. 

I had a job...and well I quit. I barely lasted 3 minutes but it was so terrible. Not even like part-time job terrible but, The Happening terrible. Since I was one of the only non-minors they had me stay late, often past midnight. Being at the mall after hours is even more depressing then being there when it's open. I have finally learned my lesson about retail, it's dead to me now. 

"It's just a bunch of bitches swapping spit and grabbing tits." 

-my father in regards to how The L Word is such a fluff show

hatchet-face

My dad and I are planning a road trip up north this summer. We'll visit the mountains and my uncle's b&b. He lives right next to a llama farm and you can go on llama hikes. I'm pretty sure they're just pack animals, so we probably can't ride them but i'll jump on for the ride down. I can't turn up the opportunity to ride a llama. 

Later tonight my dad and I had a conversation about what we will come back as. I generally don't believe in a lot of the afterlife hooey and neither does he, but just in case it exists I wanted to make sure we had everything covered. I love my father but I would rather not be woken up by his ghost in the middle of the night. So instead we decided that he will come back as a peacock and I will come back as an owl. In order for us to alert the other of our secret identity we have to bow. If that proves too difficult my dad said he'd do some sort of step-ball-change to single him out. 

He also told me this poem, I like it a lot but I hate the fact that the first stanza made me giggle. I'm so immature. 

I

The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea 

    In a beautiful pea green boat,

They took some honey, and plenty of money,

   Wrapped up in a five pound note.

The Owl looked up to the stars above,

   And sang to a small guitar,

'O lovely Pussy! O Pussy my love,

   What a beautiful Pussy you are, 

       You are

       You are! 

   What a beautiful Pussy you are!'

       II

Pussy said to the Owl, 'You elegant fowl!

   How charmingly sweet you sing!

O let us be married! too long we have tarried:

   But what shall we do for a ring?

They sailed away, for a year and a day,

   To the land where the Bong-tree grows,

And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood

   With a ring at the end of his nose,

       His nose,

       His nose

   With a ring at the end of his nose.

     III

'Dear pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling 

   Your ring?' Said the Piggy, 'I will.'

So they took it away, and were married next day

   By the Turkey who lives on this hill.

They dined on mince, and slices of quince,

   Which they ate with a runcible spoon;

And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,

   They danced by the light of the moon,

        The moon,

The moon,

   They danced by the light of the moon. 

Edit: It worked. 

say what

a mystic said to rub some meat on the body. get it as bloody as possible.

maybe it will help me find a job

out of work and out of luck 

it started as a gurgle

i thought it was someone's motorcycle

and then BOOM

without obsession, life is nothing

-john waters