Day 5-Fuckin' BIGAH

I've got this thing that's you plug into your ipod that's supposed to let you play it on a blank radio station, or something, but it's not working. I've tried looking up directions for it, but maybe the make/model/whatever isn't out anymore, because I can't find them. I just want so badly to play my shit in my car! Is that so much to ask?

I spent much of my morning on the phone. In fact, it was how I started my day: some bitch called and woke me the fuck up. I don't know about you, but I'm not only not very pleasant when woken up that way but also my cognitive and motor skills are not too great. I almost broke my foot going for the phone. Maybe not, but still.

I can't quite express just how STOKED i am to be in California this summer. I'll be staying with my uncle and playing with an orchestra, but I need to get a paying position for it to totally rock. I like doing stuff but I prefer doing stuff while huge wads of money are going into my bank account. You know.

I am standing in front of some salad dressing, because everyone knows that if you've got a big bowl of shit if you drown it in salty snotty herbs it'll taste better. Also there is a jar of what appears to be jelly.