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Awesome has her priorities straight.
Awesome, the cat, is presently in time sleeping on my constantly deflating waterbed. Where the water is going? That’s not important. The important thing is to just enjoy the water while the water is inside the mattress; make the most of the situation. Because the day will come again when I’ll have to start over and refill the mattress, securing the hose in the backyard over the roof and through my little window.
There is no parallel or symbolism behind the waterbed. I’m just glad to have Awesome hang out.
I love that cat.
Lately, things with Truck are seemingly downhill.
Truck is the stupid name I’ve assigned my recently acquired 1988 Ford Ranger. Now you’re on the same page as me.
We just put Truck in the shop to replace the alternator (I know nothing about car parts, I was just told the alternator was replaced) and now that I have it back, my brake light is coming on. Hopefully it’s not too dangerous because I’m too lazy to really insist on my mom bringing Truck back to the shop to check it out. I absolutely hate not being able to drive now. Truck and I, we have times together. Whenever I need to kill time, that means we’re Pecos bound with the stereo blasting whatever gawky teenager-angsty CD that happens to be in my CD player at the time and place. The music pours out and the summer night pours in through the open window, as both are battling for a place inside my heart - and oh, you’ve found it. You’ve found it.
I spend a lot of time alone, and today, after talking to Rachael, I came to the conclusion that I’m a rather dependant person. Meaning, I typically need people to surround me to feel alright. My thoughts are so trivial that my life is just so easy to coast through, like I’ve been doing for so long now.
I wonder a lot of things.
Do people even get excited to see me? Like when I show up at a friend’s house, does everyone’s heart in the room skip a beat because hey, that’s Ty! and he’s just arrived on the scene. I find it hard to imagine anyone being terribly excited, I imagine maybe a little better off, if anything. Maybe it’s just because I’m used to seeing the same little boy wearing the former shirts of seven year olds every day. When I look in the mirror, my brain just says, “Oh. You again, eh? Well… alright. Do your hair.”
Lately I find myself feeling a lot like the guy from Clerks who hangs out with his buddy whose trying to work the convenience store. Case in point, I regularly make pit stops to the local Water & Ice now that I have Truck because Pat and Matt H. both work there. I essentially just eat all the food I please and take Red Bull’s and Gatorade’s on a whim. After all, it’s of no consequence to either myself, or whoever is minding the store, it being either Pat or Matt. A lot of people really think I work there now, because I’ve become accustomed to just standing by the register and talking to whoever is scheduled for that shift. Today this elderly gentleman came into the store and was very chatty. The neatest thing about it was he was British.
I’m going to live in England someday. I love the English, and these days, who has a good reason not to? Unless your cousin was recently stabbed by someone English or anything along those lines, you have no good reason not to. Aside from Robby Williams, The Spice Girls or Chumbawumba; but that’s all in the past.
Anyway, this English chap comes into the store and talked for a bit, looking to buy ice cream. What really sold me was when he asked, “What are you waiting for? Queen Elizabeth to come in looking for a nip?” I forget why, but when you talk like that, it doesn’t matter. You’ve already done wonders in my book. The British chap also told me that I had a mop on my head, adding that I resembled any given member of the Beatles.
Hopefully not Ringo.
Awesome, the cat, is presently in time sleeping on my constantly deflating waterbed. Where the water is going? That’s not important. The important thing is to just enjoy the water while the water is inside the mattress; make the most of the situation. Because the day will come again when I’ll have to start over and refill the mattress, securing the hose in the backyard over the roof and through my little window.
There is no parallel or symbolism behind the waterbed. I’m just glad to have Awesome hang out.
I love that cat.
Lately, things with Truck are seemingly downhill.
Truck is the stupid name I’ve assigned my recently acquired 1988 Ford Ranger. Now you’re on the same page as me.
We just put Truck in the shop to replace the alternator (I know nothing about car parts, I was just told the alternator was replaced) and now that I have it back, my brake light is coming on. Hopefully it’s not too dangerous because I’m too lazy to really insist on my mom bringing Truck back to the shop to check it out. I absolutely hate not being able to drive now. Truck and I, we have times together. Whenever I need to kill time, that means we’re Pecos bound with the stereo blasting whatever gawky teenager-angsty CD that happens to be in my CD player at the time and place. The music pours out and the summer night pours in through the open window, as both are battling for a place inside my heart - and oh, you’ve found it. You’ve found it.
I spend a lot of time alone, and today, after talking to Rachael, I came to the conclusion that I’m a rather dependant person. Meaning, I typically need people to surround me to feel alright. My thoughts are so trivial that my life is just so easy to coast through, like I’ve been doing for so long now.
I wonder a lot of things.
Do people even get excited to see me? Like when I show up at a friend’s house, does everyone’s heart in the room skip a beat because hey, that’s Ty! and he’s just arrived on the scene. I find it hard to imagine anyone being terribly excited, I imagine maybe a little better off, if anything. Maybe it’s just because I’m used to seeing the same little boy wearing the former shirts of seven year olds every day. When I look in the mirror, my brain just says, “Oh. You again, eh? Well… alright. Do your hair.”
Lately I find myself feeling a lot like the guy from Clerks who hangs out with his buddy whose trying to work the convenience store. Case in point, I regularly make pit stops to the local Water & Ice now that I have Truck because Pat and Matt H. both work there. I essentially just eat all the food I please and take Red Bull’s and Gatorade’s on a whim. After all, it’s of no consequence to either myself, or whoever is minding the store, it being either Pat or Matt. A lot of people really think I work there now, because I’ve become accustomed to just standing by the register and talking to whoever is scheduled for that shift. Today this elderly gentleman came into the store and was very chatty. The neatest thing about it was he was British.
I’m going to live in England someday. I love the English, and these days, who has a good reason not to? Unless your cousin was recently stabbed by someone English or anything along those lines, you have no good reason not to. Aside from Robby Williams, The Spice Girls or Chumbawumba; but that’s all in the past.
Anyway, this English chap comes into the store and talked for a bit, looking to buy ice cream. What really sold me was when he asked, “What are you waiting for? Queen Elizabeth to come in looking for a nip?” I forget why, but when you talk like that, it doesn’t matter. You’ve already done wonders in my book. The British chap also told me that I had a mop on my head, adding that I resembled any given member of the Beatles.
Hopefully not Ringo.