so i was working on a nice long post and of course i go and accidentally hit the clear key when i'm reaching for delete....since this computer is for my brother and me i'm gonna rip that key off, i don't see why its necessary.

i got my license on thursday, so thats way nice. i'm glad i dont have to have any restrictions on my license. it'd be really nice to get my own car but i really can't afford it right now, i mean technically i have enough money for a car but it likely wouldn't be a very good car and i wouldn't be able to afford the maintenance it would need. plus i need my money for when i move out.

i bought tickets for me and Zack to the Marliyn Manson show in August, i hate the opening band, Chevelle, and i don't like the majority of what Manson's put out since Antichrist Superstar, but come on, theres hardly any concerts anymore, and you don't miss Manson. i told Zack we'd just fling projectiles at the stupid little gothy kids during the opening act.

so tonight i had to work with Debbie, the incompetent aide-turned-cook. since its Amerika day she decided she really wanted to bake a special flag cake, which apparently is achieved by baking 4 full sheet cakes, one pink, one mostly green but blue around the edges, one plain yellow, and an extra yellow, then stacking the pink, one yellow and the greenish cakes on top of each other so you have a monster supertall cake. then, because "they" had told Debbie she had to use it (i don't even pretend to know who she meant by "they"), she spread Redi-Wip on it in place of frosting, complete with little dye caps in red and blue for the top. apparently the american flag has a bunch of random little bluish dots in the corner and randomly ordered red, white and blue stripes on it. so Debbie finishes her "frosting" job (by this time i'm late with the dinner carts because i have to wait to get dessert on them) and goes to cut the pieces, and - surprise! - the layers fall apart...because Debbie didn't put anything in between the layers. Debbie couldn't figure out why the hell her cake didnt stay together, but i wasn't about to tell her because a) she was already screaming obscenities and slamming things around while freaking out over all the time she spent on the cake and how we HAD to have a dessert & b) i didn't really give a fuck (i figure if someone is stupid enough to think that 3 cakes stacked on top of each other with nothing in between and coated on the outside by a single layer of runny Redi-Wip are going to stick together when cut, they're not going to comprehend it when i explain it to them). so luckily we had the extra cake and that worked out ok, but i still had to run down to the kitchen while we were serving to make a PB&J that had been pre-ordered (like all the food we serve), and we were short one chicken sandwich at the end. the only cook who ever runs out of things is Debbie. ugh.