pick me up and slap me silly

Ok, now that the summer is blazing I have to be blazin' a little bit too.  Things on the summer list.

• Save an assload of money.  Goddammit, if the job is screwing me over (and hell, I gave up a 60K bonus for this shit?), then I just have to make do.  All that money can't buy my happiness anyways – not even a minute of it.  Screw it.
• Get guitar lessons.
• Run. Billburg you're gonna see my fat ass around a lot more.  And since Chinatown is right over the river, maybe I'll have some incentives (read: pho) to jog over.
• Get trippy.
• Write and write.  Yeah, the stuff reeks of self involved mumbo jumbo stream of consciousness crap, but hell, let's see how many people will actually read the steamin' pile of rubbish.
• Read.  Yeah, I should know a little bit about how the national health care system won't work in the States because our historical racial sensitivies combined with the size and breadth of the political checks & balances mixed in with a huge infusion of illegal immigrants each year prevents us from being the oh-so-cool Frenchies.  Or something like that.  Maybe I'll just re-read the Idiot again.  Or Othello. Or a Cosmo. Those things always crack me up.
• Ride my moped baby!  Yeeeeeaaaaa.....haw.
• Cook up fierce and awesome meals.  (goes back to saving assloads of $$)

That's it for now.  Not overly ambitious, but not total slackerdom either.  We'll see how the summer goes.  Maybe I'll even meet some total superstars.

Oh yeah, and not letting work and it's shitty pay and shitty days get to me.  Yeah. That's right.