Yesterday was a pretty good day.
My always down-on-his-luck brother in law started making custom speakerboxes with designs on them and advertised on Myspace. Within an hour he had so much business he can't keep up and now he has to hire some help! I worry about him so much, so I'm really excited.
Then our drug dealer came over. I was reading a book and he asked if I was reading poetry. I thought that was an odd question for someone who only sees me once a week in passing and never talks to me so I said, "Ummm, no. Why would you think that?" And he said,"Well, Mike tells me you're quite the poet, so I just thought maybe that's what you were doing."
That was so sweet! Mike hates poetry, and even though he reads mine whenever I write it, he just nods and smiles cuz he never gets it. Who knew he appreciated it enough to mention it to a stranger, especially when I'm sure they don't discuss poetry while smoking bowls.
Then at work, I was so pissed because apparently it was asshole night at the club and I missed the memo. No guys were tipping. Even the guy who I went out of my way to get $300 in ones for couldn't spare a dollar for me. Every guy I dealt with was rude or insulting, and I was ready to jump over the bar and shank one of them in the neck with my pen when some kid came over and handed me a $10 bill and said I was the most beautiful girl in the club! That one little thing made the rest of the night bearable. It made me think I should make it a point to say random nice things to people. Maybe I could make someone else's day bearable too.
Today or tomorrow hopefully I can get out of the house and be social. I can't make it to the SGLA thing I don't think.....but it's still early in the day, a miracle could happen. At the very least I'm gonna get laid.
Aww christ. I need to dye my hair. Look at those roots!
Hmmm.....Why is it that I crave the attention of those who probably don't deserve it anyway? I just noticed that. Mental note to self: Stop it!
My always down-on-his-luck brother in law started making custom speakerboxes with designs on them and advertised on Myspace. Within an hour he had so much business he can't keep up and now he has to hire some help! I worry about him so much, so I'm really excited.
Then our drug dealer came over. I was reading a book and he asked if I was reading poetry. I thought that was an odd question for someone who only sees me once a week in passing and never talks to me so I said, "Ummm, no. Why would you think that?" And he said,"Well, Mike tells me you're quite the poet, so I just thought maybe that's what you were doing."
That was so sweet! Mike hates poetry, and even though he reads mine whenever I write it, he just nods and smiles cuz he never gets it. Who knew he appreciated it enough to mention it to a stranger, especially when I'm sure they don't discuss poetry while smoking bowls.
Then at work, I was so pissed because apparently it was asshole night at the club and I missed the memo. No guys were tipping. Even the guy who I went out of my way to get $300 in ones for couldn't spare a dollar for me. Every guy I dealt with was rude or insulting, and I was ready to jump over the bar and shank one of them in the neck with my pen when some kid came over and handed me a $10 bill and said I was the most beautiful girl in the club! That one little thing made the rest of the night bearable. It made me think I should make it a point to say random nice things to people. Maybe I could make someone else's day bearable too.
Today or tomorrow hopefully I can get out of the house and be social. I can't make it to the SGLA thing I don't think.....but it's still early in the day, a miracle could happen. At the very least I'm gonna get laid.
Aww christ. I need to dye my hair. Look at those roots!
Hmmm.....Why is it that I crave the attention of those who probably don't deserve it anyway? I just noticed that. Mental note to self: Stop it!
i agree time to fix those roots
i don't remember anything about roots that made any one want to die...