Today’s soundtrack:
Pussycat, Pussycat is her name
I’ll tell you no lie
Today at 5:02pm: Gritting my teeth on the 6.

I'm in a bit of a funk. Not the George Clinton kind but the Jesus Fuck I'm Out Of Money kind. It’s only Tuesday but I ran out of work at the Corporation, again. They say they “might” need me Thursday/Friday but we’ll see. Fucking Nostradamus couldn’t tell you my schedule.

I’m supposed to hang out with SmokedPanda and Ji Eun tomorrow. I’m hoping we can do something cheap, free or preferably something that generates cash. Tomorrow will be hot so we can sell lemonade on the corner of 42nd and 8th. I can't actually afford lemonade mix so I will be selling iced urine, meaning we will have to change location every few minutes to avoid retribution.

The Modern Condition, Clause 22: You Need The Thing You Hate. Your job sucks the life out of you like boba through a straw. But you need it because it’s the only thing financing the fun part of your life, the part that’s actually worth living. Mixed feelings when the boss tells you not to come in tomorrow.

Must learn to have fun for free.

They say the best things in life are free. This is true primarily if you shoplift, boost Porsches or rob banks for a living.

That kind of life must be nice for a while if you know what you’re doing. But eventually John Bunnell will find you and you will be caught. Then all of a sudden the worst things in life are free. Your cellmate will make a spankin’ slampiece out of you and won’t charge you a nickel.

Norm McDonald on anal rape in prison: “It’s the worst part of the sentence...and the judge doesn’t even mention it!”

Surely I can end this journal entry on something other than anal rape. I know what the problem is, I don’t have any music on. Better fire up iTunes, I’m going for the Fight Funk With Funk remedy. Got some George Clinton MP3s somewhere on this byatch.