in this update ashley attempts to ramble about life at silver cinemas
i was ladying concessions while the others were off sweep sweep sweeping in the dusk of theater caveidge and some asshole dude came up to me. yeah, this is one of those stories. so anyhoo, homeboy comes up and asks, "can i have a refill on my coke please?" and i pondered what's left of the matter that composes this sour universe. then he says "could you rinse out the cup? i had to get hi(y?)-c cuz you were out of coke at the time." LOOK BUDDY, I DIDN'T ASK FOR YOUR DAMN LIFE STORY.
of course the only real reason why i'm wasitng time here is to indulge the feverish big buck hunter grip that's caught ahold of the management team. who here has done drugs? of a non-plant persuassion? fuck, maybe you've even carpet surfed your floor looking for green nugs so i'll play nice and include that... (though we all know what i really wanna say is that the urge to smoke is insignificant next to the power of cocaine.) what i'm trying to get at is when those of a foolish persuassion partake in drugs it's not uncommon to comb over your floor searching for more drugs that you "are postive you dropped earlier." yeah, it's sick. what's sicker is that alex and i combed over the office for quarters so we could play big buck hunt. a pop a piece was procured. as soon as my fingers fell around that warm plastic i felt the blood rush back through my veins. a deep breath and a brighter outlook. i pumped the rifle for fun and thought maybe i'd send my grandpa a letter. sure, that'd be nice. a letter. and perhaps i'd start being nicer to my mom. she's a good lady FUCK YOU MOOSE! HEAD SHOT! DIE BITCH
oh man, i'd take a key bump any day.
zak does not want to know why he sucks. and that's a shame, because i just spent three months writing a 95 point thesis.