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(10:30 pm - 05.16.2002 - .short description. - i feel  )  
which cartoon character are you?? find out @ blackhole
nothing to say. nothing to say. been working constantly. nothing new there. joe is in rehab. figures. i had to work the days that he couldn't show up. i think jeff (patricks cousin) got fired yesterday. 3 no-shows in a row. he's gone. he was unproductive anyways. the list of names on the schedule is slowly growing shorter and shorter. this can't be good. x-fest is tomorrow. nik and nikki are picking me up around 11am. figures we have to find out another way to get there since the stupid tunnels are closed. fucking pittsburgh. hopefully it won't get too complicated. went out with shari**whoa! i totally blanked and forgot how to link!!!! i guess i haven't been online enough lately** last nite! kind of a last minute thing. she caught me right before i tried to go back to sleep, so i decided to be a good friend and spend some time with her. hehe. we took a nice long tour of monroeville looking for the pizza outlet, with no luck. we ended up having dinner at fridays watching all the really (not)talkative people. 
i'm a rabbit.what kinda pet are you?
went over to borders and bought 2 cds. do you want to know what i bought? do you? do you? well, i'll tell you anyways. 1. the clash - give 'em enough rope and 2. jeff buckley - grace. i'm on this total clash kick. i'm one of those hard to find people who think the clash are/were 10 million times better than the sex pistols or rancid, etc. shari wanted a 6 pack, so we stopped at some bar in penn hills and i got her some brew. funny thing, any time i go into a bar (even before when i was under 21) i never get carded. but hell, if i even have a thought that i might want to order a drink at a restaurant, they card me. fucking mindreaders! after all the fun, i had to go straight to work. thought i was gonna puke from my ultimate orange dream drink. it was a little foamy. my fault. thankfully i didn't puke. marilyn and i had the chocolate french fries. weird. kinda brownie like with a hint of potatoey goodness. i wouldn't eat them again though. i want the new coldplay cd to come out. now. i got my 2 books in the mail. excited. i'm close to finishing girlfriend in a coma. 
which kiss are you? 3 people signed my slambook, but apparently either i have the address blocked, or they don't send out any notification, cause i didn't see anything. maybe i'm just having a blonde moment. oh wait, that's every moment. although, i do know how to program my vcr. i had to do that twice this week. once to tape fucking last call for 311 and again last nite to tape the season finale of ed. i watched that today. it made me cry! i'm so pathetic. those damn tv executives. i had to work on tuesday. it was actually a lot better than the last time i had to. infact, i wouldn't mind working on tuesday all the time. i wonder if ed would let me. 
which cartoon cat are you? 
which era in time are you?i haven't been getting enough sleep lately. i'll sleep for 3 hours, then be up. and do it over again in another 8 hours. but today, when i only wanted to sleep for 3 hours, and then get up, what did i end up doing? sleeping from 11am till 8pm. yeah. thanks body. i guess it was making up for this whole week when i just suddenly woke up, and couldn't get back to sleep. but, it totally fucked with me. i wanted to get a good nite's rest for the concert tomorrow, but i bet i can go back to sleep after i talk to mark. whoa. the line-up for ozzfest really isn't all that exciting. soad. yeah. i think there's 1 other band that i want to see, but yeah. i wish taproot was going to be there. anyways, i have to go beat the garbage mans ass. lyrics courtesy of mark since i am too stoopid to think of any right now: if i could make a livin outta lovin you-i'd be a millionaire in a week or two-i'd be doin what i love-and lovin what i do-if i could make a livin outta lovin you ~*~liz << - >> if you really loved me, you'd buy me presents | 