i cheated my way out of another hangover somehow. after the revelstoke whiskey, pabst, blatz, jager, & jimmy beam - and the two packs of cigarettes - i woke up feeling fine.
i should be saving money, but i'm too lazy to cook eggs for myself. i eat another breakfast at the blue water cafe. i save a dollar when i say, "no bacon," so the morning wasn't a total wash. i see those people more than my friends these days. abby works fri-mon, kelly works tue-fri. christine works every day but sunday. the old lady's either there or she's gone - it's totally random with her. i feel like a creep on sat & sun - part time jailbait waitresses to ogle from 9am to 1pm.
i rode around the neighborhood on two wheels and two cylinders. it was a bitch getting the moped started initially, but out on the open road at 35mph it felt strong. i rode that motherfucker until my hands were freezing. i rode that motherfucker onto the fishing pier near the south shore yacht club and i had a cigarette. the sky was so clear today. i could see across the bay into the windows of the buildings downtown. in one window i saw a banker getting head from a male coworker while he talked on the phone.
at the 7-11 i ran into my two friends. the ones i hadn't seen in awhile. they're both unemployed and they were buying gas and cigs with couch-cushion change. then on to the pawn shop where kelly would hopefully get around $75 for her bass. grocery money. kelly and i had a nice talk over a cigarette - jen and i avoided eye contact. i really fucked that one up.
then back to where i started - the blue water cafe for some soup. i come in just before close because they give me the leftover soup du jour to take home. today's was cream of mushroom. the guy in the kitchen whips up some good motherfucking soup, too. when is tomato vegetable day again? oh yeah, it's tomorrow.
i'm not going out tonight. the landmark never lives up to it's promise. i'm dying to meet a girl who'll drink with me and fuck me silly, tuesday nights have taught me that's not gonna happen there. maybe i'll start going to church so i can meet 'nice' girls i can 'corrupt'. even athiests say "oh god" when they're having an orgasm.
i really want to put my phone number here so people can call my house and drive me crazy. the thing i miss most about the old job is how my fucking boss would call me every day - even days off - at motherfucking 8:56AM. i'd turn the phone off and he had hissyfits. he voice mail bombed me with fifteen consecutive messages in ten minutes time. this happened once or twice a week. i gave up on voice mail altogether when i checked it and had 60 messages and my mailbox was full. so i say FUCK VOICE MAIL!! really. FUCK VOICE MAIL!!. i hate voice mail more than anything in the world.
anyone with me on that??
i should be saving money, but i'm too lazy to cook eggs for myself. i eat another breakfast at the blue water cafe. i save a dollar when i say, "no bacon," so the morning wasn't a total wash. i see those people more than my friends these days. abby works fri-mon, kelly works tue-fri. christine works every day but sunday. the old lady's either there or she's gone - it's totally random with her. i feel like a creep on sat & sun - part time jailbait waitresses to ogle from 9am to 1pm.
i rode around the neighborhood on two wheels and two cylinders. it was a bitch getting the moped started initially, but out on the open road at 35mph it felt strong. i rode that motherfucker until my hands were freezing. i rode that motherfucker onto the fishing pier near the south shore yacht club and i had a cigarette. the sky was so clear today. i could see across the bay into the windows of the buildings downtown. in one window i saw a banker getting head from a male coworker while he talked on the phone.
at the 7-11 i ran into my two friends. the ones i hadn't seen in awhile. they're both unemployed and they were buying gas and cigs with couch-cushion change. then on to the pawn shop where kelly would hopefully get around $75 for her bass. grocery money. kelly and i had a nice talk over a cigarette - jen and i avoided eye contact. i really fucked that one up.
then back to where i started - the blue water cafe for some soup. i come in just before close because they give me the leftover soup du jour to take home. today's was cream of mushroom. the guy in the kitchen whips up some good motherfucking soup, too. when is tomato vegetable day again? oh yeah, it's tomorrow.
i'm not going out tonight. the landmark never lives up to it's promise. i'm dying to meet a girl who'll drink with me and fuck me silly, tuesday nights have taught me that's not gonna happen there. maybe i'll start going to church so i can meet 'nice' girls i can 'corrupt'. even athiests say "oh god" when they're having an orgasm.
i really want to put my phone number here so people can call my house and drive me crazy. the thing i miss most about the old job is how my fucking boss would call me every day - even days off - at motherfucking 8:56AM. i'd turn the phone off and he had hissyfits. he voice mail bombed me with fifteen consecutive messages in ten minutes time. this happened once or twice a week. i gave up on voice mail altogether when i checked it and had 60 messages and my mailbox was full. so i say FUCK VOICE MAIL!! really. FUCK VOICE MAIL!!. i hate voice mail more than anything in the world.
anyone with me on that??
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