Holy Crap: An Update

My peoples,

Since my last entry, this life of mine has been a series of ups and downs. So, for no other reason except the fact that I'm bored, I thought I'd let you all know about it.

My $9/hour job has come to an end. I made $500 or so in a month. Not bad for me, since I'm one of those people who likes to do a half-assed job in everything. Now I'm on the lookout for a new job. I'll eventually get around to actively searching for a job, but I site my reason above for not doing so.

The most recent bane in my existence has been my ears. Due to the fact that I like to listen to music at an extremely loud decible level, my ears decided to say "Fuck You" and pretty much shut down on me. Kinda like Three Mile Island after that nuclear meltdown.

I decided to fight back on Friday after mere soap and warm water in my ear was proving to be a futile maneuver. Down at ye olde Walgreens drug store, I perused the "ear drops" section for a cure to my semi-deafness. I settled for a kit that I inadvertently dubbed "The MacGuyver of Ear Drops."

Since Friday, my hearing has inproved dramatically. My celebration has consisted of seeing a movie and listening to new Funk songs I downloaded at the library. God damn I sure do know how to party.

But, I won't really have the capacity to "party hearty" for about 2 weeks. Thats when the big 2-1 rolls around. Now, I've been outwardly happy that my days of not being allowed in a club/bar/casino/liquor store are soon to be a thing of the past. However, what happens after that first... say... week of dibauchery and drunkenness? I have to go back to being the halfway-responsible person that I am now.

That sucks major league balls.

The score:

Ups: 1 Downs: 3

Seriously, I need some ups. Like, getting laid or even just a lapdance. Then I'll stop complaning... at least until I run out of PB&J sandwhiches. If that happens, watch out for hella-bitchtastic Nate-O. He'll really need a hug.