Okay....

     Let's see- quit Jess and Jim's to work at pizza hut. Fired from pizza hut. -love that.  Seriously. Got a job at Target riding my bicycle up there by 3:35; to get there by 4 a  m. Oh yeah picked up smoking cigarettes back in umm... October- Novemberish and just quit again last monday... feels like next friday right now. hmm... quit cheifin for a week to get target, got the job.... Quit again to try to get a job at Kohls next door they never called after the group interview.... I'm  thinkin that burrito in the fridge sounds good right now....

 Patys-

 Bought another cell phone... damn me. Why do I have to be so crazy? Because I love the cell phone... oh yes, I do. Rode my bicycle (*do da* bicycle. love that bike... still have to switch out the back rim so it matches the front.) to Nathans- everybody's got somethin. 10:00 (from 4) roles around up shows Troy- Jacob's had a few too many. Stephanie, his grilfriend, my other roomate, crazy bitch that she is- decided that troy's dog has had room and board long enough and "be free buddy, be free" bye bye buddy, right out the back door. She knew he had made it the pound. It was all in all rather amusing but I can't hold my tounge when in rome when at Nathan's.... They fight, because Troy can't hold his tounge for dear fucking life. Let alone when he's already tipped a few or 8. Whatever the case may be. He comes back inside after yelling in his phone for like a half an hour right out the back door and the damn fool just walks right back in chit chatin and what not. Sits back down, he's movin out. Man I know he probably didin't tell her I told him, but she's not as stupid as he is, what does she know aside from the fact that troy wouldn't have figured it all out on his own- it's goddamn st. paty's... your a genious, troy. You just keeep lookin out.

 blah blah blah- So there appears a note- Get out you have 2 weeks... brilliant. Then there appears a myspace message- Sorry blah blah blah we're braking up, it's not your fault, I didn't set buddy free I know you told troy that I saw buddy at the pound there was nothing I could do he was already being adopted (Troy! The machete in the calf... please stop being so dumb. *-Well steph tell his ass that and see if you get two words of it through to an ex roller.)... get out.

 So there returns a message- blah blah blah Troy's an asshole anyway, (which is actually pretty much true... ironic... well maybe if steph wasn't the biggest bitch on the planet, well there has to be another out there somewhere... maybe.) you didn't diserve it, (nobody really does, though.) you can do better, (just keep the bitch in for a week or two, worked on troy) I'll give troy the 411 on buddy. Sorry for being an instigator. (I love how that just slips in with the whole thing... yes they're big and hairy, only on wednesdays, though)

 Then there appears another message- blah blah blah that really means alot, if it's true what you say... thank you for being more mature. (say what? ...blow me, allready)

 Hey Troy, steph says it ways an acident. -That's what she told me too.- You believe her!?! (damn, I'm good) -No.- You ever think about the fact that buddy won't just run out the back door. Hasn't done it since the screen slammed on his tail. I wonder if she thought even about that. (The oscar, you shouldn't have.* -I still haven't told him that I helped to make up the lie about the whole it not even being her who "accidentaly" let buddy out. What's weird is I don't think she even remembers that. 98%) -Probably not.-

 Tell me why some people are so gullable.

This has to be like the second longest post ever....

 Wednesday I gave Lindsay the last of what I didn't smoke of my cigaretes then gave her a few hickies "Jacob, I'm gonna kill you, steph and kayliegh are gonna see this." (steph's a bitch anyway */ding/ we should just kill her* and kayliegh already knows remember she said she was upstairs sleeping that one day. *ring ring ring phone call phone call* "Hey kid." Oh I'm sorry did I wake you up, nope none of that. She'll ask me what I'm doin though.

 So I'm living with Josh Kelly and family for a few weeks before I get into an apartment with my older sister who also stayed in MO when the rest of the family left (with cocoa beans! NOOOOO!) She'll be out around mid summer though and ah unholyness, out of stupid ville into the hell of lees summit for a year, unless the apartments burn down I'm thinking. Dude said he knew a few too many real bikers. Name a head and a price. (Why don't you just give me my money ya old coker) Sounds tempting. Ah, what the hell....

 But not untill after the officaial moving in party, when my sister leaves for a mission. Everybody will be there but me because I just hawked my t.v. and I'm thinking I'd like another big ass stereo before anything else gets back in. So I'l be hangin out with troy back at steph's house with the bigger biggest super best stereo. hmm... that reminds me, there's still a burrito in the fridge...

later.

Sheet.

      Ah man. I got a job at Jess and Jim's steak house. That place allready sucks. But it'll pay rent. There is a guy there named jeff that got hit by the passenger side mirror of a 96 green nova, one day while he was walking to school. That nova apparently made jeff do an entire front flip (as witnesses account). All jeff says is that he hasn't felt the same since. I wanted to ask him how much smarter he was before but I didn't. Because the witnesses told me, before it got to me, that he was a lot smarter. But last week, Daniel Cook , who I have known through church since I was 8 (who's gay now. And his little brother who I once thought to be innocent drinks like a fish. but whatever.) admits to me (of all the people) that it was his older brother who hit jeff (and got away w/ it btw). So after two weeks of employment all I'm thinkin' about is that all the little buss boys walk out of that place with $30-90 bucks in their pocket every night and owe how easy it would be...

    Sure the waitresses make more money than the buss boys, but they're all old. So you can't just mug um' and feel right about it.

    post script- I think my car is dead. fur good. Since cars are worth about 5-6 hundred for every year you own them, and I paid allmost 9, I think I'm gunno have to kill my friend that sold it to me.

    It'll all be okay,  I swerrr.

Halloween wasn't the greatest this year. More insentive to make next year more conjoined with my friend the devil, and to spend more time on planning. It could be worth the wait till next year if I actually have money then. I guess if I don't I could still rob a bank, to get money for gas. Drive out to blue springs or wherever, and kill Kellie Jensen for taking my costume idea this year. At least that would get up the spirit.

944 days since I joined xanga (just thought I'd throw that out there- in celebration of poochu updating his xanga, and my friend Morgan getting married *awe*).

let's see....

         Lindsay broke up with me two days after my last post, on my 19th. But still did the whole lets-be-friends thing. Then we got in a fight about my rebound girl, and didn't talk for about a week. Not until the night before she moved to Colorado. We settled the fight we had the week before, cuddled all night, and cried like little bitches when she left the next day. Couple weeks later I found out that my parents are moving to Saint Paul. So I moved back out of the house, and got a second job under the table at an auto body shop. Rebound girl was gone about a month later (with a puzzled look on her face, and a horrible case of blue balls). Quit Ocharleys soon thereafter, because my boss at the shop said it wouldn't matter. Got an 88 in the 65 speeding ticket, for $130 and another $170ish to take it off my record. Three weeks later my boss is working on opening his own shop, so that he could live out his life long dream. He told me he didn't like the guy he was renting half a building from anyway. Inevitably, money got tight with trying to open a new shop and I stopped getting paid. All the while the new shop is going up there was just one case of absolute doom, barely missed, after another. So at the height of all the stress, I decided to quit smoking cigarettes. Haven't had one for a month and a week, today. The new shop has been up for about a week and a half now, but I still haven't seen any real green. So this last Wednesday I pawned a couple things (including the ps2, damn it.) to pay for rent. My court date for my speeding ticket is the 24th and I'm just going to have to get a continuance because I can't really get any money. My roommates parents recently moved in upstairs (we rent out a house) and they are paying for cable internet and basic cable. Which is almost as amusing as the first time I got high. I got a lap top for 20 bucks a little while ago, very amusing. Fixed the trampoline last week, also highly amusing. About two weeks ago Lindsay came to visit just for a night, and I was definitely late for work the next day. I've just been going in to work whenever I feel like it, since then.

        My work demeanor has platoed. I have to tell people all the time that I haven't gone retarded, I just don't give a fuck anymore, because I don't get paid. As stressfull as my romates can be, I don't even think about them anymore, because of everything else going on. I never thought that would happen. It also never crossed my mind that the fact that my car is going to die and explode within the next 6 or so months, would simply make me giggle.

        Everyone's acting strange, lately. So much change going on, for everyone. Silly rabit, tricks are for kids.