Shorter. - 2004-11-12 - 3:09 p.m.

Holy shit. For maybe the fourth or fifth time this year, I don't know if I will still be in Mississauga in a month and a half. I don't have enough money for rent which is due in 13 days. This week I went to two job interviews. Neither of which had anything to do with a job agency. One went well, one not so well. One was with a french-canadian and one with a middle eastern guy.

I'm depressed. But slowly feeling better. Apparently someone is helping me pay my rent. But I don't want to resort to that. I feel terrible borrowing from people.

Things will develop. My ego is fucked. My penis is average, with 6 lumps on the bottom that are a constant reminder of the steel barbells that are a has-been. I saw Misery Signals the other night and someone grabbed my ears in an attempt to use my shoulders to raise their bodies up to scream into the microphone. My ears bled and bled and bled and bled. Not from the music but from some asshole who did it by accident.

Call it poetic justice.

Oh yeah. I now have pictures uploaded. Just scroll down and click on "Pictures".

<--- --->

Copyright allthatsleft@diaryland.com - 2002

Brushes: Misguided.Buddha