Okay. I really mean it this time. I am so bloody fucking sick of my job. I don't want to work anymore. How can people come out of high school and go straight into a minimum wage job and do dick all? How can you do that? How do you stay sane? How can you not grow, change, expose yourself to new things? No wonder I see so many stupid depressed people coming into the store all the time. Are there really that many people living dead-end lives in this world? Really, what is the point? Life is short. Do as much as you can with what you've got.

I went to the flea market yesterday with Patrick and Ryan and hippie Melissa. I found five cassettes for three dollars each: Depeche Mode's Music for the Masses, Black Celebration, and Catching Up With Depeche Mode; and the Las' and the Smiths' self-titled albums. There was tons of 80s britpop at this one table, which is where I picked all of this up. It was great. I could've gotten way more. From there we went to Commercial Drive because Ryan had to buy some produce. Patrick and I went into this kids' bookstore because we saw a Star Wars visual dictionary in the window. We looked through it. And of course I had to buy it. It's rad. There's so much good stuff in there. Pictures and diagrams and random useless info. I love random useless info.

Got my new glasses, and I love them. Lots.

It's okay, Larissa. It'll be okay.

Ugh, I'm not in a writing mood anymore. Just tell me, do you think the Cure is goth?