Sembelence...

Well. I got and took the HBO job. It's great. The pay is not great, but fuck it. I like working. I like working on a movie where all I do is hang around the editing room. Sometimes I help out, most the time I fuck around on the internet. Wonderful. So what if I think I know more than the person above me. Everyone is super low matinence, the director is super nice. I am relieved and grateful. I'm glad to be getting some money to buy basic nessesities. I know better things are in store for me and I have to be patient. I am.

Other news: I almost got into a car accident a little while ago. Some lady totally ran a red light. Not a "just ran a red light" thing, but a "I was getting off the freeway and it was green all the way--HOLY SHIT--Why is that bitch not stopping?" way. Chris my friend/drummer (we were on our way back from band practice) acknowledged that the bitch had no reaction. Not a wave, thanks for saving my life thing even. I didn't care. I was happy my brakes worked. I don't drive fast as californian's do. I got my Washington instincts still. Well, thank god. I was saved. God was looking out for the mostly empty coors light case in the back seat. 2 Coors lights + 2 hours of band practice = ok to drive, but man would that of fucked up my new job if my car got hurt. God damn. Thank goodness for... for... whatever stopped the car. The combination of my brain, my vision, my car's brakes, the dangerously close behind me for ALSO slamming on his brakes. Whatever.

Thanks for keeping my driving record clean.
Thanks for saving my life.
Thanks for me looking forward to tomorrow for the first time in a long while.