daring to create...
currently listening to queen with enthusiasm...
my face is totally burning from insulating the ceilings at work with no mask on to be macho, we didnt have any left. in many scumbag companies theyd make me do all the insulation myself. i made a deal with the other guys doing ceilings on my floor so we'd all do the insulation together after lunch and get it done fast. the other two agreed and off we went agreeing that its not so bad doing insulation when yr getting paid double for yr time on a holiday but its still horrible. all the trades made a deal after the general contractor guy bob left and the carpenters, electricians and laborers made a deal to all go home at 2pm and still get paid till 330pm, in which case we'd all have to lie--fine. the melding of fucking minds, brilliant. in the union the only thing guys ever wanna do is go home early, its really a common bond btwn all the trades. thats what they get for making us a number. for the first hour of work today i gave my shop steward relationship advice.
kill a mutherfucking turkey: thanksgiving is totally weird...
i woke up hung over and groggy at my moms after opting not to go straight to her place as i called bobcat wednesday night to check in and find out they had been moving things around since he's moving back home (yup my brother is moving back in with my mom, he's scared shitless, he should be). sounded like complete fucking hell so i had my fag richie pick me up at the train station and we got wasted instead and watched iggy and the stooges on the henry rollins show--its a crutch, iggy made no sense and mike watt was nodding out on heroin. went home and straight to bed at around 3am.
when i woke up the next morning and came downstairs plastic baggy of earl grey tea from home in hand my mom asked me if i had slept in my clothes and if i had washed my face. and then she told me i looked like a motorcyle man. i got insanely stoned before dinner and before we started eating asked my family if we were going to pray. my mom and my brother both answered with an uncomfortable 'we dont do that' just checking in. broke out into a hysterical fit of laughter when my mother went into a racist rant about the dismal ways of south asians. funny that came up tho cos in the morning my mom sent me and bobcat on a mission to smoke cigarettes, eat samosas and donuts and get her fresh ginger. we ended up going to an indian market and decided we wouldnt tell mom where we got the ginger cos it would make her go off into that hateful place she goes to. go figure she would anyway. as i was stoned/choking/hysterical/hyper ventilating/quaking/laughing i began to feel self conscious that my parents would know i was baked and then realized it didnt really matter in the long run if i was stoned and they knew. they can think i'm totally fucking insane for all i care, right? whatever... i do what i want. the paranoia just washes away. by about 5pm yesterday i felt totally fucking exhausted, fat and disgusting. isnt that what the holiday is all about?
tonite we're going to a lesbian dinner...
down the block from me where pot smoking at the party is being encouraged and they have a cat. when am i gonna start writing my own book, huh? like really...
my face is totally burning from insulating the ceilings at work with no mask on to be macho, we didnt have any left. in many scumbag companies theyd make me do all the insulation myself. i made a deal with the other guys doing ceilings on my floor so we'd all do the insulation together after lunch and get it done fast. the other two agreed and off we went agreeing that its not so bad doing insulation when yr getting paid double for yr time on a holiday but its still horrible. all the trades made a deal after the general contractor guy bob left and the carpenters, electricians and laborers made a deal to all go home at 2pm and still get paid till 330pm, in which case we'd all have to lie--fine. the melding of fucking minds, brilliant. in the union the only thing guys ever wanna do is go home early, its really a common bond btwn all the trades. thats what they get for making us a number. for the first hour of work today i gave my shop steward relationship advice.
kill a mutherfucking turkey: thanksgiving is totally weird...
i woke up hung over and groggy at my moms after opting not to go straight to her place as i called bobcat wednesday night to check in and find out they had been moving things around since he's moving back home (yup my brother is moving back in with my mom, he's scared shitless, he should be). sounded like complete fucking hell so i had my fag richie pick me up at the train station and we got wasted instead and watched iggy and the stooges on the henry rollins show--its a crutch, iggy made no sense and mike watt was nodding out on heroin. went home and straight to bed at around 3am.
when i woke up the next morning and came downstairs plastic baggy of earl grey tea from home in hand my mom asked me if i had slept in my clothes and if i had washed my face. and then she told me i looked like a motorcyle man. i got insanely stoned before dinner and before we started eating asked my family if we were going to pray. my mom and my brother both answered with an uncomfortable 'we dont do that' just checking in. broke out into a hysterical fit of laughter when my mother went into a racist rant about the dismal ways of south asians. funny that came up tho cos in the morning my mom sent me and bobcat on a mission to smoke cigarettes, eat samosas and donuts and get her fresh ginger. we ended up going to an indian market and decided we wouldnt tell mom where we got the ginger cos it would make her go off into that hateful place she goes to. go figure she would anyway. as i was stoned/choking/hysterical/hyper ventilating/quaking/laughing i began to feel self conscious that my parents would know i was baked and then realized it didnt really matter in the long run if i was stoned and they knew. they can think i'm totally fucking insane for all i care, right? whatever... i do what i want. the paranoia just washes away. by about 5pm yesterday i felt totally fucking exhausted, fat and disgusting. isnt that what the holiday is all about?
tonite we're going to a lesbian dinner...
down the block from me where pot smoking at the party is being encouraged and they have a cat. when am i gonna start writing my own book, huh? like really...