today sucked quite a bit i got to dig postholes for signs that go in front of handicapped parking stalls. so i’m digging this damned hole and i hit this enormous rock. painter jared: there’s a big fucking rock in this damned hole painter tessa: that sucks painter jared: this fucking hole is a metaphor for my life. painter tessa: so you life is a hole with a rock in it? painter jared: something like that yeah painter tessa: {insert uncontrollable laughter here} and yes i do curse this much at work. it really bothers the other painter. i’m not sure about painter tessa, but she doesn’t say anything so i’m going to be a jerk and assume it doesn’t. but then i talked to kat at lunchtime on AIM and ate prime rib left over from last night. i felt a lot better then i went back to work and put the posts in the holes and cemented them. it ruled. after i got done with that i went to help peter. i then tore a hole in the palm of my right hand roughly the size, shape, and depth of a dime. it stings. then to console myself i went to the metro march+¬t and got myself another prime rib dinner. man i love red meat. it makes me feel good, all that protien and stuff. ugh, no deep thoughts today. i’m not feeling bad, not necessarily good. but hey, at least i feel. that gaping hole in my hand is proof enough. <3
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