Work is pretty damn annoying. Small, screaming children everywhere. Rolling around on their "Heelys" (Uggghhh. Is there any shoe worse than those things?) and stealing things (Seriously, what kind of 7 year old steals stuff?). Underaged kids trying to buy cigars (I can't sell Phillies Blunts to 14 year olds. Sorry, I like making money, and I'm not risking my money for you.). Rude customers, rude managers. Not good at all. Warped tour (7/26) was amazing, and, yes, I know I am incredibly late. I just felt like glowing over my finally seeing Circa Survive [And seeing the Matches again, and talking small small talk with Shawn Harris.]. And. Hm. Portugal The Man in 5 days. Incredibly good times shall reign free. I haven't been listening to anything but Wilco for the last two and a half weeks. It's nice, because the gritty voice and amazing lyrics have been calming me down alot. I need to smoke a cigarette and search for my lost iPod sync cord.