Thanks for all your kind words about my hair color.
I'm in Portland right now, using dunx's computer while he and his beautiful lady are out at the bar wishing TheRealJersey a happy happy birthday. I'm so tired. I haven't been sleeping nearly enough because I get kept up by people who are unemployed til like 4 am and then have to get up around 9 or 10 to answer your help requests.
On Wednesday night around 3 am dunx showed up at my door looking a lot less hagard than the last time he came to visit. It's always so good to see him. On Thursday we went to breakfast at B&O which we've been trying to do for at least a month now and it was SO FUCKING SATISFYING. Bailey's and coffee, eggs benedict, crunchy french toast. We also watched Gangs of New York. Then we went to the bar and had dollar PBRs, played some pool and listened to The Most Depressing Guitar Player Ever, who happens to always play on dollar Pabst night.* Friday came, and I got up at 9:30 to work and pack and tried fruitlessly to get dunx up like, 3 times. Eventually he made it up at 11:30, and then fucked around on my computer and bitched at me while I moved boxes. We left my house at about 1:30 and stopped at the bank. Well, apparently because my check was out of state I couldn't make as big of a withdrawl as I needed to (I need to give the apartment people lots of money in about 12 hours) and dunx realized he'd left his brand new credit card a the bar. New plan. I drove to my mom's work while dunx drove to the bar and I procured a check for a suitably large sum of money after which we rendezvoused at the other bank in my town. Then we went to Dick's. It was just as good as ever. I decided that eating at Dick's is the equivalent of a quickie after you haven't had sex in a really long time: vanilla, unexiting, and TOTALLY SATISFYING. Then we drove to Portland in rush hour traffic.
Eh, coulda been worse.
After seeing my town a little better, I think it's better understood why I'm so maladjusted.
I think I'm going to finish this beer and watch some season 2 West Wing.
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*I think KtKate called quite a bit after we got home from the bar, which wasn't til around midnight. Dunx said she sounded really drunk or sleepy. KtKate said she passed out around 11:30. Note: don't sleepdial. It's fucking weird.
I'm in Portland right now, using dunx's computer while he and his beautiful lady are out at the bar wishing TheRealJersey a happy happy birthday. I'm so tired. I haven't been sleeping nearly enough because I get kept up by people who are unemployed til like 4 am and then have to get up around 9 or 10 to answer your help requests.
On Wednesday night around 3 am dunx showed up at my door looking a lot less hagard than the last time he came to visit. It's always so good to see him. On Thursday we went to breakfast at B&O which we've been trying to do for at least a month now and it was SO FUCKING SATISFYING. Bailey's and coffee, eggs benedict, crunchy french toast. We also watched Gangs of New York. Then we went to the bar and had dollar PBRs, played some pool and listened to The Most Depressing Guitar Player Ever, who happens to always play on dollar Pabst night.* Friday came, and I got up at 9:30 to work and pack and tried fruitlessly to get dunx up like, 3 times. Eventually he made it up at 11:30, and then fucked around on my computer and bitched at me while I moved boxes. We left my house at about 1:30 and stopped at the bank. Well, apparently because my check was out of state I couldn't make as big of a withdrawl as I needed to (I need to give the apartment people lots of money in about 12 hours) and dunx realized he'd left his brand new credit card a the bar. New plan. I drove to my mom's work while dunx drove to the bar and I procured a check for a suitably large sum of money after which we rendezvoused at the other bank in my town. Then we went to Dick's. It was just as good as ever. I decided that eating at Dick's is the equivalent of a quickie after you haven't had sex in a really long time: vanilla, unexiting, and TOTALLY SATISFYING. Then we drove to Portland in rush hour traffic.
Eh, coulda been worse.
After seeing my town a little better, I think it's better understood why I'm so maladjusted.
I think I'm going to finish this beer and watch some season 2 West Wing.
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*I think KtKate called quite a bit after we got home from the bar, which wasn't til around midnight. Dunx said she sounded really drunk or sleepy. KtKate said she passed out around 11:30. Note: don't sleepdial. It's fucking weird.
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mk700c:
see you in texas.
paulnikon:
So, is your boyfriend Will Bailey going to take Leo's job?