evan dando playing ABBA fucking rules.
(**edited to say FUCK YEAH! i just got evan dando tix to the show at the echo lounge.)
today was rough. i drove 260 miles. from norcross, to downtown, to austell, to douglasville, to SWATL, to Conyers, to Lithia Springs, to McDonough, to Fayetteville, and then back to north ATL.
so i get to this one place where they are laying brick, and i have to get someone to sign for these bigass angles that i have for someone (i know not who). i got lost 4 times on the way there, thanks to the ever so good map that the assholes drew for me. anyways, i get there, and finally find the big man in charge of all the contractors building all over the place, and get him to radio for my man that i need. no answer. fucker. he was supposed to be there. but there is only one building being bricked up today, so he just tells me to go grab a day laborer and get him to unload me.
easier said than done. i spend 30 minutes walking around saying "hablo engles?" finally someone points to someone and nods. so i get unloaded and am leaving when it hits me--the whole time i was walking around saying, in very bad spanish, "i speak english? HEY!!!!!!! I SPEAK ENGLISH?!?!?!" no wonder they were all looking at me weird. they're prolly used to it, but i thought it was kinda funny. good semi-end to a bad hard fucking hard hard day.
im tired, and bossanova has been dispatched from my apt to retrieve a bottle of ready made margaritas for me to drink and listen to the lemonheads to on my porch.
(**edited to say FUCK YEAH! i just got evan dando tix to the show at the echo lounge.)
today was rough. i drove 260 miles. from norcross, to downtown, to austell, to douglasville, to SWATL, to Conyers, to Lithia Springs, to McDonough, to Fayetteville, and then back to north ATL.
so i get to this one place where they are laying brick, and i have to get someone to sign for these bigass angles that i have for someone (i know not who). i got lost 4 times on the way there, thanks to the ever so good map that the assholes drew for me. anyways, i get there, and finally find the big man in charge of all the contractors building all over the place, and get him to radio for my man that i need. no answer. fucker. he was supposed to be there. but there is only one building being bricked up today, so he just tells me to go grab a day laborer and get him to unload me.
easier said than done. i spend 30 minutes walking around saying "hablo engles?" finally someone points to someone and nods. so i get unloaded and am leaving when it hits me--the whole time i was walking around saying, in very bad spanish, "i speak english? HEY!!!!!!! I SPEAK ENGLISH?!?!?!" no wonder they were all looking at me weird. they're prolly used to it, but i thought it was kinda funny. good semi-end to a bad hard fucking hard hard day.
im tired, and bossanova has been dispatched from my apt to retrieve a bottle of ready made margaritas for me to drink and listen to the lemonheads to on my porch.
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extrovert: adj : characterized by extroversion [syn: extravert, extroverted, extraverted, extrovertive, extravertive] n : a person concerned more with practical realities than with inner thoughts and feelings
Sorry, buster, that is still not me.