okay…how bad is brian's credit? really now? bad enough to where they won't even let me have a cell phone without some insane deposit. who knew that fucking around with your finances when you hot 18 would come back to haunt you?

damn it.

so there you have it, what i did all day. i went to lunch with matt. i went to pick up the life-giving scrap of paper (known as the paycheck) and deposited in the bank. i got rejected for the previously mentioned cell phone. i grow the days exciting, around these parts.

i guess i could get to work on the joycam project. i mean…hey, bob…that's how you do a coming soon page, pal. let that be a lesson to ya.

i think i'll take the easy way out and say "i'll write more when i actually have something to say."