i've still got matt's cd.  it's good.

real good.

especially this song.

i was awoken by a phone call from jason this morning.  we're going to go into the studio and work for a little while.

yesterday was an ok day.  started out that way, at least.

i just went to abbis and laid on her couch with her, listening to dance hall crashers and the cars, talking, holding each other.

then, i got to go to work and get bitched at by junior for seven hours or so.

it was real bad last night.  lou and i threatened to walk out for around the nine hundredth time.  at around 8:30, as i'm closing up the snack bar, junior tells me that i need to also clean the ice cream soft serve machine, which takes around an hour and a half in itself.  then, after i've worked on it for almost an hour, he comes over and says, "oh, you forgot to take this bar out.  that's why it took so long."

i had never cleaned the thing before.

"i never cleaned this before.  why didn't you just tell me when you showed me how to shut it down?"

"maybe you should pay better attention when you watch other people do it."

he walks off, i launch into an obscenity-laden diatrabe against him, then go back to work.

oh, and dawn dennis came in at around 10 am, when she was supposed to come in at 7, and then topped no pizzas and did no dummies, and got to leave ONE TIME, at 3 pm.

so, lou, lisa and i got to do all the work she neglected.

i swear, just because she and heidi talk about dyking out up there, they get all this special treatment.

i mean, lou and i make gay comments towards each other and rick doesn't do anything nice for us.

sexism, i cry!

sexism!

anyway, i've gotta go get showered up, then head over to the studio.  from there, i'm picking up abbi, and then we're supposed to go to the mall with lou and lisa.

shall be cool.

late.

oh, and here are those song lyrics.

"i don't get many things right the first time
in fact, i am told that a lot
Now i know all the wrong turns, the stumbles and falls
brought me here.

and where was I before the day
that i first saw Your lovely face?
now i see it everyday
and i know,

that i am
i am
i am
the luckiest.

what if i'd been born fifty years before You
in a house on a street where You lived?
maybe i'd be outside as You passed on Your bike
would i know?

and in a white sea of eyes
i see one pair that i recognize
and i know

that i am
i am
i am
the luckiest.

i love You more than i have ever found a way to say to You.

next door there's an old man who lived to his nineties
and one day passed away in his sleep
and his wife; she stayed for a couple of days
and passed away.

i'm sorry,
i know that's a strange way to tell You that i know we belong
that i know,

that i am
i am
i am
the luckiest."

-t