I almost threw my desk out of my office window today. I have been denied for the 11th time to room with someone. This time it was on South Williams St. It was only $375/month and less than ten minutes from downtown Burlington. The kid Matt, explained that his cousin had suddenly moved back to the city and needed a place to stay. Fuck your family. I will be your family. Sometimes I just want to napalm people. But seriously, I would never do that, because I'm a peace-loving hippie with hemp neclaces.
Oh yeah. I totally forgot to mention what happend last thursday before I left Burlington. I met up with a hippie chick named Erin, who needed a roommate asap for their $320/month place! Dirt cheap. But I got denied. I even walked all the way down Bright St. with her and had a great conversation about beer. Apparently she works at Magic Hat and she gets a lot of free booze. That would have been such a perk. But as usual, she called me the next day and explained that her other roommate actually wanted an all-girls place. I thought I was really feminine. If the man-boobs aren't enough, than I don't know what is. Apparently this girl knows this kid named JR Duval, who I went to high school with. I know this, because we saw him as we were walking to her place and she starting chatting with him. He shook my hand. Damn, he's lost a lot of weight. He probably smokes a lot of crack.
Work is getting hard without a place up there. Too much needs to be done all the time and the distance is becoming a disadvantage. Seriously, someone needs to give me a chance. I'm not a pedophile and I don't jack off to Barney. I even smell like roses and adore cute kittens. What could be better?
I finally got the other Shook Ones album I had been waiting for, for nearly a month. It so fucking fast. Nobody likes fast hardcore punk anymore. Especially the kind that throws in melody here and there and has fat bassists. I also found out today that Spencer Crispe, the singer of My Revenge! will be marching in the Brandon 4th of July parade with Vermont Freedom to Marry. Thats so fucking dope.
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if I wasn't working at PEG and was done with school I'd get a place with you but since that's not so, I hope things turn better for you. On PEG, I'll be doing some video...stuff. Like shooting in the studio, editing, updating the website. shinizzle like izzle. Im surprised you never commented on the entree about the old man that wanted to be my boyfriend.
"Fuck your family. I will be your family"
That made me laugh so hard. Totally unexpected thought =]
You know that if I could find a job I would live with you but I don't think you really like that idea anyway :(
At this point I may consider it. I'm getting teally fucking desperate. How are you lately? I just barely got home an hour ago. No more time to myself anymore.
Dude, if my house weren't a wreck, I'd totally offer you a place to stay. People are dicks.
You could always live in a hobo shack, like I'm gonna be. We could be shack-mates. Eh?
I would totally be your shack mate, as long as I don't have to see you undress, because there are certain parts of my body I can't control.
But actually, this morning I got a call from this kid named Mike, who lives on Maple St. (two blocks from church st), who said I'm in! FUCKING FINALLY.
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