An architect gave me wise advise today about how we may view life as
just a rehearsal, but the reality is that it's a complete one shot
deal. Do what you want to do now while you're young, don't wait until
you're old. She had a really stern and serious gaze as she said those
words.

So, I dyed my hair yesterday and it turns out they accidentally dyed part of my eyebrow aswell.

I've been apprenticing as an electrician for over a year now and I've
come to realize that the best homeowners to work with are those who
have hands on experience with building homes such as carpenters,
electricians, architects, etc. Homeowners who are completely oblivious
to the nature of building; lacking compassion and patience with zero
understanding of how things should be done may lack appreciation for
our work. Those types are the absolute worst. Some people have no idea
that while doing renovations, electrical may require a key amount of
investigation. They are blind, for they can only see physical work and
immediately confuse investigating with idleness. Those types of
homeowners should just gut their houses out and start fresh off the
framing if they really want to witness work. It's never good to have
someone watching over your shoulder. Then again, they good thing about
this kind of job is that there's almost no supervision.

The other day at 1:00 AM, I took a lovely stroll on the sidewalk next to the hobo
park where they live under the bridge on Main Street. As usual one of
them would say "hi." In response, I reply in my usually  rude and
hostile tone, grunting "hey." For the past couple of nights they've
been asking me if I want to do 'rock,' which to my knowledge is crack
cocaine. At that moment my lust for killing people reaches its peak. I
get really pissed off, I want to lacerate deep cuts all over their
bodies and rub lousiana hot sauce in their wounds. I want to bludgeon
their noses into the back of their sculls with my fists until the point
that they bleed themselves to death through their nose. Unfortunately,
they're not worth it; they really aren't. So I continue to walk away. I
have too much pride and would rather die than to goto jail, even if I'm
not guilty. Chinatown has alot of police cars on patrol. If there were
no laws for eliminating such people, there would be no such people.
Either way, I wouldn't of minded introducing his face to my fist if he
wasn't so dirty looking.

My body is lacking sleep and exhausted from shoveling 2 ft deep ditches
through gravel for electrical conduits; yet I still hunger for more
action.