she said be sure and I'll call you in la
ahhh. just when you think it's not gonna get any better, the seas calm. smooth sailing from here on out.
yesterday, i got paid. word. that's the way i like it. after that, danelle and i went to pay her rent, and i stole a badass stamp off her landlord's desk. after that, we hit fazoli's where i had twice-baked lasagna. it was the shit. then, danelle called into work, kos she didn't feel like goin. i toyed with the idea of it too, but ended up goin and managed to get a sale on average every 30min. i'm way above goal now. after i got off work, i hit the bar (go figure) and had some beers. roger was there, so i gave him his dollar back and told him how awesome he was. aymie showed up and we talked about this apt that i heard about. i wanna go look at it. we'll see. after that, danelle showed up, so i stood around and talked to her for the longest time. where is superman these days? anyway. i discovered that the jukebox at marco's has 5 keith whitley songs. i know where all my quarters are going now. fuck megatouch. wait. no. but still i'll lissin to keith instead. after miami, my amy played, roger almost got in a fight. he ended up getting tossed outta marco's for the night, and this is where my night went downhill. roger went across the street to fusion, and got tossed outta there too. i took him to this guy donnie's house, kos that's where he wanted to go. at donnie's, i spent most of the night holding him back from fighting someone else. not an easy task. finally, i got him to his house, and he taught me how i could break into it and told me i was welcome to stay there till me and aymie get an apt. rock on. i got 3hrs sleep in total. i woke up at 9 this morning, went to a phone to call danelle to wake her up, but she said she wasn't going. so i went, and when i got there, i felt like shit, so i ditched work with the promise to make it up next saturday (i might even do it) and came to the library. there's a booksale going on upstairs. it's the most depressing goddamn thing. all these local authors sitting at tables. you walk up to one, pick up a book and read the back. sometimes the author will talk to you. the worst part is realizing that the book they're offering is totally not interesting to you, so you put it down. that's so depressing to me. just laying their book down and walking away. i got outta there quick. after i leave here, i think i'll go call danelle and see what's goin down today. might hit uber-goodwill. we'll see.
miami, my amy loves me after all
Lusy
yesterday, i got paid. word. that's the way i like it. after that, danelle and i went to pay her rent, and i stole a badass stamp off her landlord's desk. after that, we hit fazoli's where i had twice-baked lasagna. it was the shit. then, danelle called into work, kos she didn't feel like goin. i toyed with the idea of it too, but ended up goin and managed to get a sale on average every 30min. i'm way above goal now. after i got off work, i hit the bar (go figure) and had some beers. roger was there, so i gave him his dollar back and told him how awesome he was. aymie showed up and we talked about this apt that i heard about. i wanna go look at it. we'll see. after that, danelle showed up, so i stood around and talked to her for the longest time. where is superman these days? anyway. i discovered that the jukebox at marco's has 5 keith whitley songs. i know where all my quarters are going now. fuck megatouch. wait. no. but still i'll lissin to keith instead. after miami, my amy played, roger almost got in a fight. he ended up getting tossed outta marco's for the night, and this is where my night went downhill. roger went across the street to fusion, and got tossed outta there too. i took him to this guy donnie's house, kos that's where he wanted to go. at donnie's, i spent most of the night holding him back from fighting someone else. not an easy task. finally, i got him to his house, and he taught me how i could break into it and told me i was welcome to stay there till me and aymie get an apt. rock on. i got 3hrs sleep in total. i woke up at 9 this morning, went to a phone to call danelle to wake her up, but she said she wasn't going. so i went, and when i got there, i felt like shit, so i ditched work with the promise to make it up next saturday (i might even do it) and came to the library. there's a booksale going on upstairs. it's the most depressing goddamn thing. all these local authors sitting at tables. you walk up to one, pick up a book and read the back. sometimes the author will talk to you. the worst part is realizing that the book they're offering is totally not interesting to you, so you put it down. that's so depressing to me. just laying their book down and walking away. i got outta there quick. after i leave here, i think i'll go call danelle and see what's goin down today. might hit uber-goodwill. we'll see.
miami, my amy loves me after all
Lusy