Did you notice that the last day of summer has passed once again?

__2004-10-01 @ 12:06 a.m._______ hello again. Work tonight was better than usual. I talked to this guy named Garrett about movies and we exchanged suggestions. I told him about the grudge, Dig, and party monster. He reminded me about I Heart Huckabees and Coffee and Cigarettes, which I seriously want to see but for some reason just totally blanked on when he first mentioned them. We also agreed that Spun and 24 Hour Party People were good movies in the same vain. Other than that, I had more thoughts about how I could kill Doughboy (who else thinks this name is just about fucking absurd no matter what story sits behind it- I've tried think what it might be but it just ends up annoying me even more than he does) simply and easily without anyone caring or noticing. He sometimes looks at me like I'm a criminal or a undercover agent for the FBI. Like I might report him for smoking pot or selling pot on his breaks...or like I'm devising ways to steal "units," during my shifts. This is how bored I was during my 6 hour shift today. I will say this much for the taste of his music- he really, really likes the secret machines (it's no "secret"- since he plays it every fucking night we work together) and so do I. Beyond that, I sometimes think about how it's funny that we have the Nolan cd in the store- it's like I want to say to people that they should buy our cd when a customer asks what they should get if they really like band a or band b, but I just think it would be cheesy or inappropriate. And to top that off, I've only told a few fellow workers that I was in a band and that our cd is at the store- and they were like "you've got to be kidding me," and then they look it up and see it there. But anyways, maybe I'll get really drunk and go to work and suggest it to everyone who comes in the store and get fired! Yeah! Good last day, immature activity right? Actually, it's pretty rock n roll and it would be a hell of a way to go out right? I could yell things like "my band's better than your store!" and "When I'm famous I'll refuse to stock our cd here fuckers! Play an instore here? Yeah, fuck you dudes! I'm sooo out of here! Peace out bitches." Right? It's coincidentally like High Fidelity when he thinks about how he would handle the situation with Ian. The perfect confrontation and/or exit. Ahh, it would be sooo good, right? If only I could briefly lose self-restraint. Did you know I was born on the last day of summer? This has to be telling in some way of who I am/have been/will ever be right? I know so. << | >>