Collecting diamonds and some worthless stones.

I'm listening to Black Flag right now. Yeahhhhhh, No Values and White Minority. Also at work. I've helped three customers over the last hour and a half. That's awful. I'd say the most productive I've been is eat my pizza Lunchable. I've chewed on my thumbnail, too.

Wait... two people are coming in. This blog will continue in a few minutes.

I'm back now. He picked up an order. I like customers like that. They're like the first time you had sex: quick, too much talking with zero action. They're in, they're out.

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I applyed for a postion yesterday with the Louisville Bats, the AAA-affiliate for the Cincinatti Reds. Aside from Volkswagens, baseball is my favorite thing in the entire world. The position is for a stadium operations intern. If I end up working for a professional baseball team, I'll probably have a heart attack everyday at work and have to be revived. I don't think anyone would give me health insurance.

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I want to know why every old punk song talks about surfers and skateboards, even the guys who're from the Midwest. We don't have oceans here.

That last line would be a fantastic book or story title. Don't take it from me, ass.

Wouldn't it be crazy if we had to copywrite our lives? Sometimes I think it would be a good idea. That way, people wouldn't dress like Eminem or bleach their hair. I'm not trying to take a stab at Eminem, I just hate his stupid haircut.

I hate that there are at least 100 covers of "99 Luft Balloons." Fuck that stupid song.

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I need to start reading a book. I haven't finshed a novel in a long time. There are three sitting on my bookshelf half-read. Sometimes I like it more that way.