I had a dream where I had a violent gash on my scalp. It was gross... it wasn't the first dream I had about a headwound on me though. It freaks me out.

define ghetto:
i can't find ice cubes to put into a ziploc bag for my swelling insect bite... so I tape a couple of mr. freezies to my leg until i get ice.

UPDATE: I now have ice, and am no longer Ghetto Fab.

fuck it, i'm going alone.

I think I'll go to Wilco by myself. I'm not gonna sit on this, and besides, if I like them as much as I do, I'd want to go to a live show... right?

Anyways, Wilco tomorrow at Metropolis - $36.

I have a job interview at Bureau En Gros today. I'm a little afraid that my french won't be up to par for the job, which is really just working at the copy machines and sometimes at the register.

I hope I get a job. I'm tired of job searching. Really tired.