yesterday i got a haircut and went out for a job. i want my hair back. i think i would have gotten hired at this place either way. it's like pagnini's or something like that, i forget, it's an italian bistro. kind of high-brow. but the owner/manager liked me and talked to me and showed me around for almost and hour and the head baker liked me and talked to me for another 20 minutes. so yeah... job. oh well, at least it's not a shitty haircut and it's not real short. still like 2-3 inches long; but, alas, not the 8 inches it was. =[ this morning i got stoned and then went with my dad to go buy booze. we got: Evan Williams (sour mash, beats the shit outta JD and cheaper...IS actually 7 years old), Captain Morgan spiced rum, Bootles (british gin, no touchy, mine.), and Dissarono Amaretto for sours and shots. tonight we mix.... the doctor is about to operate. peace love and marijuana sauce...