effort to make an effort. 

i might not have a job tomorrow. 

i fucked up today,

by forgetting to pay a bill.

it was an honest act of pure, virginal, un-malicious 

straight up

forgetfulness.

i haven't made such mistakes in my year of employment there.

my neurotic boss was

such

a 

fucking 

dick 

about it.

to the point where i wouldn't be surprised if he pulls some passive-aggressive "i'm gonna fire you so that you learn a lesson and come back" move tomorrow,

to the point where i don't care & am completely ready to offer my resignation tomorrow.

self-righteous erin says i've been holding that place together for months & months, that boss should learn how to run a fucking business.

whatever. i'm already over it.

meanwhile,

i printed posters for Bananafest & 

ryan & andrew & lover came to get them & me. 

sweet but poorly-attended house show featuring Too Much Birthday (the reunion), Realicide (the touring guy) & Treasure Mammal (the acclaimed local). 

miscommunication about sleeping situations equals ride home from new girlfriend georgia who wants my ID to go to florida with. cuz she's a young baby. 

the beauty is there. i've become so dependent on non-existent camera to show it. 

i'm working on it, aiiight?

so i just realized that i don't like crime drama tv shows anymore.

there're worse things, i suppose.

i used to be able to blog,

when i was younger. 

(PROOF: one &/or two.)

i guess the best way is just to start, to pretend i have an audience 

that exists & cares about the things i have to say.

tonight, i went to a bitchin house show in tempe. 

i really like the boy that i like right now.

my car was impounded last weekend.

next month i'm flying back east to play maid of honor in my best friend's shotgun wedding.

i work at a screenprinting shop doing everything that isn't printing shirts. 

i have a best friend here, in arizona, his name is jason kron. 

we're looking for a house in central phoenix that is both 

cheap 

& kid friendly. 

more later, 

unless there's not.

(i should really tell emily roberts i have a blog, because she'll read it, & if she's reading it, i'll write in it all the time.)