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Oooohkay. So it goes like this.
I had a shitty night last night. Van-Ness's engagement party was pretty cool, but I knew nobody there but her and David and the kids I came with. I showed up way late, so they all wanted to leave a little while after I got there. Left. Lisa's friend Mara was down, was kind of upset about going to parties where she didn't know anybody. They wanted to leave. They left. I hung out with Mahoner and his buddy and some guys at the party. Sober. I was driving. Chelsea bailed and hung with her ex and his buddy. Over it, she's up to like 30 strikes by now. About fucking time. I'm retarded about girls. So I cruised home and hit the sack. I'm looking into asexual reproduction. Mitosis and airborne spores interest me... maybe one of those would work out better.
Today I cleaned house BIG time, vacuumed, 409'ed, organized. Went to the store, bought groceries. Cooked chicken mole. Paid bills. Got paid for bills/groceries. Wrote my speech. Didn't do Maya, didn't do illustration. Didn't get to watch Big Fish with Jess, later in the week I guess.
Oh yeah, and I am now officially the only housemate without a motorcycle. Pissed. Craig's is coming back from the shop soon, and will be good to go. Greg just bought a 1990's Ninja. Speedo to 170mph, 750cc bike. Fucking awesome. $1900 with helmet. I want to kill him. Hope the bike doesnt' beat me to it, 750 is a big bike to start on.
I was going to buy mike VM's, but I don't think I have the money. Or the commitment. Or the intelligence to keep from splattering myself. SOO COOOOL THOUGH.
Maybe I need to talk to him about that again... I've got the BUG.
Oh, and I'm scared of graduating. And I'm trying to decide if I should dog/housesit for Katie next weekend. It'd be a nice break from the rest of my life I think... go run away for a bit and get some stuff done.
And I need to start going to the gym. I am becoming a marshmallow.
That is all. As you were.
"But I'd better be quiet now,
'cause I'm tired of wastin my breath.
carryin' on
gettin' upset
Baby I have a problem,
that's not what I wanted to say,
I prefer to say nothing.
I've got a long way to go,
gettin further away."
I had a shitty night last night. Van-Ness's engagement party was pretty cool, but I knew nobody there but her and David and the kids I came with. I showed up way late, so they all wanted to leave a little while after I got there. Left. Lisa's friend Mara was down, was kind of upset about going to parties where she didn't know anybody. They wanted to leave. They left. I hung out with Mahoner and his buddy and some guys at the party. Sober. I was driving. Chelsea bailed and hung with her ex and his buddy. Over it, she's up to like 30 strikes by now. About fucking time. I'm retarded about girls. So I cruised home and hit the sack. I'm looking into asexual reproduction. Mitosis and airborne spores interest me... maybe one of those would work out better.
Today I cleaned house BIG time, vacuumed, 409'ed, organized. Went to the store, bought groceries. Cooked chicken mole. Paid bills. Got paid for bills/groceries. Wrote my speech. Didn't do Maya, didn't do illustration. Didn't get to watch Big Fish with Jess, later in the week I guess.
Oh yeah, and I am now officially the only housemate without a motorcycle. Pissed. Craig's is coming back from the shop soon, and will be good to go. Greg just bought a 1990's Ninja. Speedo to 170mph, 750cc bike. Fucking awesome. $1900 with helmet. I want to kill him. Hope the bike doesnt' beat me to it, 750 is a big bike to start on.
I was going to buy mike VM's, but I don't think I have the money. Or the commitment. Or the intelligence to keep from splattering myself. SOO COOOOL THOUGH.
Maybe I need to talk to him about that again... I've got the BUG.
Oh, and I'm scared of graduating. And I'm trying to decide if I should dog/housesit for Katie next weekend. It'd be a nice break from the rest of my life I think... go run away for a bit and get some stuff done.
And I need to start going to the gym. I am becoming a marshmallow.
That is all. As you were.
"But I'd better be quiet now,
'cause I'm tired of wastin my breath.
carryin' on
gettin' upset
Baby I have a problem,
that's not what I wanted to say,
I prefer to say nothing.
I've got a long way to go,
gettin further away."