There are better things to do on a saturday night than work.

I'm on a train back to irvine. Back to the orange curtain.

Sometimes you make me want to puke you bitch. You make me want to die. I cut your name in my heart.

I fell in love from far away.

I spent the majority of the night recording, whether it be Airbag or Time is Running Out -- and I can't do vocals right now, shit!

Oh and I finished Vineland without really understanding much of what happened -- shit, Thomas Pynchon has foiled me again!

waiting for a callback:

claim jumper (done screening, awaiting interview)
macaroni grill (done test, awaiting interview)
tgif (done test, awaiting interview)

interviews:

nordstrom's eBar (friday @ 1pm)