An Assortment of Topics:

Life has been good since I stopped complaining at work. It forces me to think of other things to talk about and get a little less self-centered. Not to mention things can always get worse. I could be a young chinese male prostitute being raped by old rich white men. When I think of all the world's hurts it shuts up my complaining.

One day there will be justice.

I took alot of pictures on the fourth. Fireworks make good walpapers on top of awesome looking pictures. I'm glad it is only once a year because the whole explosive thing bores me. I'll watch, sometimes, but I'm not an easily fascinated pyro by any stretch of the imagination.

I've decided that eventually I will have to become a labor whore. Meaning, I need close to 7000 american dollars (if not more) and $6 an hour is not going to cut it and neither is 150 set aside each month which means I have to sell my services to the people around me. I do this somewhat for one lady, but even doesn't bring in much.

I should probably stop buying CDs on impulse. Drat. The sacrifices I make to go to the Exploding Mother Country (I can say mother country becuase I'm fairly certain parts of my family are from England . . . My mom will correct me if I'm wrong).

Luv,
Clay