Looking back over my post from last night, I kinda wanna apologize for coming across as the cynical jerk I sound like. Granted, I am a cynical jerk, but it doesn't mean I should act like it. It's just been a long couple of days... weeks... months, you get the picture.
I guess before I go any further, I should explain just who the hell I am. My names Jason Sanders. I'm 20 years old, living in a cheap ass apartment in the bad part of Seattle with my roommate and long time friend Allister (Alex) Lawson. No wife, girlfriends, love buddies or significant other to speak of. As I mentioned above, I'm a cynical person by nature, not always the nicest person to be around, but I consider myself a loyal devoted friend. I work at a Starbucks about 20 miles from my apartment, serving lattes to old ladies and hipsters (quite the life, I know) Up until Sheila killed herself last week, it was my life, and I was happy with it. Now, it just won't do it for me anymore. I guess the point of this blog is me trying to right some of the wrongs I've committed in my life, and try to prevent anything like what happened with Sheila from happening again.
So, now that we're so nice and acquainted (all three of you reading this) I guess I should move on and talk about my day, since I guess that's what most people with Blogs do. For the most part my day was average. Got up and went to work at about 5 this morning, spent 8 hours "Barista-ing"(?) Made it through the day without incurring the wrath of my manager, who's had a hard-on for me since he found those porno magazines under the wipers of his car. (Alex's doing) Went home to find Alex lying on the table in his boxers, trying to snort ground habenero peppers (He's a weird one, my friend) checked the voicemail on my house phone, made some ramen for dinner and went to bed. I know, my life is so exciting, I can barely wait to get up in the morning.
One weird thing though. On my answering machine, there was this odd message. Just about 2 minutes of a guy breathing, then the word "listen" I've been racking my brain trying to figure out which one of my friends could've left it. I've already asked Alex about it, he never even remembered hearing the phone ring for that message. I'll have to talk to my pal Jake about it at work tomorrow. Creepy prank calls are right up his alley.
Well, I'm tired, so I'm gonna go to bed. Sheila's funeral is this weekend, so I've got that to look forward to. Class tomorrow at the U should be fun... not. Anyway, night all.