this could be sleep deprivation...(i stayed up last night to get back on track.. sort of.. i dozed for maybe an hour tops)
i went to the bar and saw ashley's gig (which was awesome)...
i drank... of course, but nowhere near as much as i could've
and i was reminded of the insanely cute bartender lady that works there...
and i stayed after the group left and had another beer. a lonesome beer. then i sat in the car for a long time thinking. the thinking brought up a lot of depression.
i made it home around four, and had a talk about depression with one of the ladies i was at the bar with. well not so much about depression but the thing that has us in similar boats. at the bar, she kept pointing women out and saying, "what about that one? she's cute, if i was gay i'd do her" and my replies were, "nah, i don't like her chin" or "she has no lips" or "she's kinda got a big forehead don't you think?" yet she kept on telling me to go talk to these women. or saying, "that one was totally checking you out, i think she wants saved from the boring frat guy next to her"
but i didn't. the only one i was interested in was the bartender, and they work on tips, it's in their best interest to smile and be flirty (and having olive skin, long brown hair and big brown sparkling eyes helps in my case...)
anyways... i started reading "The way of all flesh" by Samuel Butler. I got several chapters in and lines started blurring. so i picked up the guitar and played some beatles... (mainly, Run for your life, we can work it out, norwegian wood and polythene pam, oh and maxwell's silver hammer, with a bit of a twist on norwegian wood...all minor)
then there was work.. bleh
and now i'm at that point...
where i'm thinking and i'm thinking to there's nothing i aint thunk, and breathing in the stank til finally i stunk..(lunch made me gassy)
it's about this time that i loose my mind....
(i'm picky.. I'm an ass, that's why you called me pretentious fuck)
i went to the bar and saw ashley's gig (which was awesome)...
i drank... of course, but nowhere near as much as i could've
and i was reminded of the insanely cute bartender lady that works there...
and i stayed after the group left and had another beer. a lonesome beer. then i sat in the car for a long time thinking. the thinking brought up a lot of depression.
i made it home around four, and had a talk about depression with one of the ladies i was at the bar with. well not so much about depression but the thing that has us in similar boats. at the bar, she kept pointing women out and saying, "what about that one? she's cute, if i was gay i'd do her" and my replies were, "nah, i don't like her chin" or "she has no lips" or "she's kinda got a big forehead don't you think?" yet she kept on telling me to go talk to these women. or saying, "that one was totally checking you out, i think she wants saved from the boring frat guy next to her"
but i didn't. the only one i was interested in was the bartender, and they work on tips, it's in their best interest to smile and be flirty (and having olive skin, long brown hair and big brown sparkling eyes helps in my case...)
anyways... i started reading "The way of all flesh" by Samuel Butler. I got several chapters in and lines started blurring. so i picked up the guitar and played some beatles... (mainly, Run for your life, we can work it out, norwegian wood and polythene pam, oh and maxwell's silver hammer, with a bit of a twist on norwegian wood...all minor)
then there was work.. bleh
and now i'm at that point...
where i'm thinking and i'm thinking to there's nothing i aint thunk, and breathing in the stank til finally i stunk..(lunch made me gassy)
it's about this time that i loose my mind....
(i'm picky.. I'm an ass, that's why you called me pretentious fuck)
drinking is good, not drinking to much is even better.
Ive been doing a lot of thinking as of late and it has all brought a lot of depression, Im always depressed.
Ive given up on love altogether, I love my friends, but the part of my heart that wants true love has been killed off, I had to, why keep something around that only reminds me that Im going to die alone.
Well, maybe you should find out if she has a boyfriend, maybe you will find a girl like her, one that you can talk to with out having to buy drinks off of them.
What song is that from, I know that line very well.