"I work for a corporation, but do you think I am a total conformist for them? You don't think I don't get my digs in when I can? And quite frankly, just cuz I work for them doesn't mean I sold out; sometimes you have to work from the inside to effect the changes in the world. I could go off on another fucking rant here about how people whine and bitch about the corporations and what they represent; how we shouldn't work for them which is probably true, but ultimately you work for them in some way or another. I mean really think about it...if you go to the movies you are feeding the beast of entertainment, if you work for a theatre who the fuck pays to see your plays exactly, and how do they pay for their tickets? You cannot put on free shows. Further, if you trying to make music that will effect a change - who buys it? Kids, right? Yeah, where do they get their money...from mommy and daddy who work for the companies I work with everyday. Individuality starts in your own fucking head and ends there, not where you work."

- stolen from Chris' blog (grammer added for emphasism, lmao.)

Dude you are so right. That's something that my dad made me see the other day when I was talking to them on the phone about what was going on with my job. I mentioned that things were kinda disorganized, but also that my boss is awesome in that he's really willing to let us take charge over our various areas of expertise. And my dad said, "Well, it sounds like this is your opportunity to make the job into what you want to be, and what you think it should be."

Yeah, ok, so I can't have my pink hair and I can't look all gothic anymore...but if expressing myself is only limited to my appearance, than I have just as much of a problem as the people that have the issues with my appearance.

Anyways, I am so rediculously sick it's not even funny. I don't know what I got into last night, but I ate dinner and only had a few drinks, but I was floored by 11. Missed work today and everything...ended up sleeping on someone's couch in DC last night, but never even got her name. I think maybe that I swallowed some detergent residue or something when I was eating/drinking...I can't really think of another reason that I would have gotten so violently ill.

I did, however, get an amazing new shirt from one of the vendors last night. Rock.

Song of the Day: Heretics In The Lab - "The Nothings" www.hereticsinthelab.com