Tuesday, August 1, 2006
7:17 p.m.
Pissant

got me a raygun
got me an altitude
can't help feelin' something's wrong
with every one of you

inside your head
trust me instead
inside your head

talk revolution
as if it matters now
i don't care anyway
just give me what i want

inside your head
trust me instead
inside your head

oh, honey
fill me with your little whispers
still they think of nightmares
of a generation sent to burn

come on honey
let's go for a ride
down where the crickets learn to sing and play, baby

inside your head
trust me instead
inside your head
trust me instead
inside your head
trust me instead
inside your head

yeah, it's a motherfucker
oh, hey

(WOO!)

Dear Kurt,
I'm laying here in my bed resting after an exhausting afternoon.

Work was fine, I have no complaints; it was slow but I went out with the banner and that helped a lot. Jacob had to leave early because he had things to do so I worked overtime until 3:15 p.m.

I was SO ANGRY because the 71 bus at 3:50 p.m. was skipped and so I had to wait a damn hour for the next one at 4:20 p.m., these dudes had bikes and these ladies had grocery bags so I was as frustrated as they were; this Asian woman even put a bus in danger by having her friend cut off in front of the 64 just so she could catch it but the driver just honked and made a "How dare you!" gesture at her. I mean, what a moron...

I stopped by the liquor store to buy Mom a phonecard, the Korean lady was sweet as always; she helped me count Mom's change. :-)

I got home, exhausted, at 5 p.m. so Rosaura was arguing with the airline over her flight being canceled but after MUCH MUCH talk she got tickets for tonight at 11 p.m. *sniffs* I'll miss her and my beautiful nieces. :-(

That's all for now, I need to rest...

Love,
Pancho Pantera

PS The song playing is one I hear everyday on my iPod during "shuffle" mode, perfect way of saying F-You to those that give you a bad day. That goes out to the 71 bus and the airline that gave Rosaura crap!