thanks to the dream i had last night i feel like dating a scenester. you know the type. i don’t know what’s wrong with me. i guess scene kids aren’t all that bad. they’re just usually dumb. some of them have a tongue-in-cheek approach to the whole thing and like it purely for aesthetics, which i guess might make them genuine scenesters. i’ll admit if i was younger and had fewer brain cells i’m sure i’d dabble in it; i have a penchant for faux glam/grunge pop-rock style. i did, after all, buy a handcuff necklace and guitar pick bracelet two weeks ago. i’m assuming that’s what i have to pick up from the post office. $8 charge on a package worth $25. that’s a kick in the non-existent balls. i wasn’t expecting that. you can be sure i’ll be asking about it.

i think i’ll finally pick up my paycheque tomorrow. i don’t know why they can’t just send it to me. oh well. i have to return their shirt too. i’ll have to febreze it because i left it wet too long before putting it in the dryer and now it smells foisty. maybe i’ll just do that load again since the whole load went that way.

i might put in resumes tomorrow. i’m definitely going grocery shopping. there are certain things i need and have been craving. i should get in contact with wind-up records. hmm, maybe not yet.

i guess with a full day planned i should sleep. it’s my damn music ocd acting up again.

random aside: i think i’m a d now. at first i thought it was just going to be temporary but they’ve stuck around for a good four months or so. i guess it’s good because i haven’t gained weight. i do need to lose fat and tone though. that’s the tough stuff. blah.