October 29, 2002
======="The Man Is clear in his mind. It's his soul that is mad."======
So. Here I am again. In need of an outlet and refusing the fitness program that my mother wants to put me on. I have a pot. I got fired from Starbucks. I work at Radio Shack. I turn pieces of shit into solid gold (Matthew Good). I am good at this job. The manager is great. I've fucked up less than I did at StarFucks. Actually, considering it's only my 7th day my manager say's I'm 'smokin', but not in the downward spiral plummeting to a horrible death manner. I am the computer expert at the store. I keep getting screwed over when making sales though. I'm sure It'll pass with time. Yesterday I almost sold a lady a $100 pair of radios. I couldn't find the packaging. Neither could my assistant manager. This asshole I work with did and decided to steal my sale after I set it all up. Crafty mother fucker. So tomorrow I'm going to give that Eminem wanna-be piece of shit a piece of my mind... or my fist depending on how he takes it. Anyways, I'm also thinking of starting to write children's books. I mean, how hard can it be? Either that or I'll do a twisted satirical version of the children's books that I had to read when I was just a wee fucker.