i got home from work and snowflake was chilling in the crevice between the top of his aquarium and the underneathness of the ajar cover. i removed the cover to prevent future squish-age. he chilled on top of the aquarium, i forgot about him, went out to dinner with the roommates ((minus michael, plus justin)), came home, forgot about him, left for jupiter, forgot about him, got to jupiter... SHIT! called kyle, the situation was remedied.

daniel is refusing to cut my hair until i make him goulash because he misses those "good minnesotan eats".

i shared my gramma's potica with him. he was amazed, but it wasn't goulash. whatever. you can only feel so bad for someone who has sex with more straight boys than i do. seriously now.

we were sitting at jupiter and moo-bell ((not her real name)) gave dan and i ten loaves of artisan bread. i do not know why.

also, daniel's roommate ((tara, maybe??)) is trying to convince me to get a job at the tittie bar she works in. not as a dancer ((obviously)) but just to work the door. apparently they make out with some decent money also.

i didn't make enough money at the olive garden to even fill my gas tank. and i was a lunch closer! fuck. this afternoon i was even considering another graveyard shift convenience store gig.

at this rate of poverty, i will have a mattress around... never. yep.

although i got a weird feeling that tara was the girl that he slept with on that one tuesday... the one where i had an anxiety attack and passed out at petco and went over to his apartment and he was all standoffish... whatever. that makes me dislike her, but still have a burning desire to work the door at her tittie bar.

one of my favorite minneapolis bands ever, Skywind, turned into Skywynd a few years ago, and has recently turned into Crash Anthem. ::sigh::

also, i'm pretty sure i need a flight suit. airforce style. yes. yes i do.

work on that.