tomorrow i swallow my pride and go back into kinko's for an interview. the only thing that keeps me from getting totally depressed is my decision that this is only a temporary thing. damn you, pride…damn you.

random instant messenger conversation:

person: you have been hit with the valentine love triangle. you must send this to 10 other people or on valetines day you will be the loneliest person on earth but if you succeed you will get a gift from that special someone…
me: i am already the loneliest person on earth.

that person then decided i wasn't worth the effort.

i have decided that i completely hate sum 41 and alien ant farm. completely. as a matter of fact, i pretty much hate all modern popular music. there…i said it. when did music get so stupid?

i have it on good authority that matt has tried to leave scott, chris, and me out of his account of the proceedings of friday night. scott's response: "maybe he just didn't enjoy our company."

transmission3000 is back. it may be running kinda slow if the server gets maxed out, but hopefully that will work itself out.

hey, bob…just who is the new guitarist for hey mercedes, anyway?

fuggit…i'm sure i've got some stones to listen to, or something…