The Graveyard Shift
Total Neglect of LiveJournal for MySpace. How much do I suck? Especially that I've been writing side stories and not putting time into my more favorable works of art such as: Songs About The Snow, Lemonade, Paper Airplanes....and that one that I don't have a name for yet. Everyone should go see Avenue G. It was mad funny.
"The thing about ice cubes in water" he said, pouring the pitcher of water into a glass "Is that water without ice cubes is warm but water with ice cubes is way too cold. The thing I hate is that when I'm parched I really wanna chug my water, like if there was a hole in Noah's ark and it was fresh water and all the animals were like 'oh my god fresh drinkable water', you know what I'm saying? And the problem with my chugging my water is that the ice cubes always get sucked into your mouth, bang against my teeth, and make them all tingly. I hate that.
"But not all people have sensitive front teeth and some people like the tingling, so you really have to be careful when pouring the ice water. There's a lip at the tip of the pitcher for ice cube control. But if you see some nice folks that want some ice cubes, pour the ice water out of the side so the ice cubes fall into the cup right here."
From this head waiter who has perfected the art of pouring water, I get to fulfil my duties as the midnight waiter, pouring water for stoned teenagers that decide they want buffalo wings at 1 a.m. So this is my life and this is what I get for accepting the graveyard shift at this diner, which is sadly going down one less customer at a time. This is life and sometimes I have to be honest: it sucks to be me.