*sneeze*

Well... i've got a stupid fucking cold. my eyes keep watering and i'm all mucus-like. i'm fucking disgusting.

i woke up way too early today. i didn't change for work. i showed up and went looking for a manager. and there was Erika. we sat down in the banquet room and she just looked at me, told me some bullshit and said "we're gonna have to terminate your employment." and that was it. i signed some papers, got my last check, and left. i said a few good-byes as i left and that was it. i cried all the way to Omar's house. i wasn't sad. i was furious. i wanted to hit something or blow snot on someone or som'm.

i need income. i liked the people i worked with. well...most of them. i'm gonna miss talking shit to Angie and Robert and Victor. i'm gonna miss chatting it up with Steve and Pat and Brad.

These past few weeks have been so odd yet so great. i had money. i had fun. i had some good times damn it. and shit keeps getting weirder and weirder. sometimes... i hardly recognize myself.

How ironic... the day I lose my job is the day Mike starts his. Omar said he's gonna quit after he gets back from Utah. He needs the money. i think he should stay for a while.

*sigh*

today. . . all i needed was a hug.

thanks dude.