2004-12-17 - 9:44 p.m.
bonetired

there've been some disturbing insights recently, namely insights into my psyche and into my motivational apparatus. when i start doing drugs, i start failing school, i start losing jobs, i start losing friends, i start lying, i start getting depressed, i start spending more money than i have, i start FUCKING UP. it's obvious what i need to do. but there's not a chance in hell i'm tossing the remainder of this sack. yeah, i'll quit when this sack's gone, just like i was gonna quit when the last sack was gone, and the last. i'll quit later. i'll quit someday.

eight hour day tomorrow, followed by the busiest week of the year, almost every day of which i'm scheduled six hours or more. oh, i'm so fucked. why do i have to suck at this job? why can't it just be easy like taco bell?

off to clear the shrapnel from this morning's laundry extravaganza off my bed so i can get some much-needed sleep.

- rachel

p.s. "we don't live here anymore" was sophomoric, pretentious and trivial, but naomi watts was hot.

ooh, you touch my tra-la-la... mmm, my ding-ding-dong