jfk is a black man in a rest home.
an interresting summer thus far.
and life would not be half as interresting if it were not for Medin's.
i have a love-hate relationship with work. there is Ramon who tells me about his pony farm in mexico, whispers sweet nothings in my ear and calls me mexican senorita. i work so god damn much, 40 hours a week. i work every single shift except for thursday nights. but i get free drinks and other free drugs. and free food. bomb food. and of course there is bill. the owner and my boss who consistantly says things like " honey, i think you're pregnant. we had sex in my dreams last night and it was SO good im convinced you're pregnant." and loves to tells jokes such as (while holding up his middle and index fingers) "why do women like to masterbate with these two fingers?....because they're mine" or "whats the best thing about having sex with a 12 year old in the shower?....when you slick her hair back she looks eight."
summer is halfway over for me and i still have a long list of things to do:
1. camping on bainbridge
2. going to the zoo
3. chalking and feeding the bunnies
4. hotel party in the middle of no where
5. somehow attain a fake id
6. have lots of sex
7. go out to fancy dinner
8. weed dinner (every course is made with mary jane)
9. bake a cake from scratch
10. visit the crepe stand at the ballard farmers market. get free crepes.
11. get really really tan
12. develop my own pictures again
13. go to a jazz concert
14. have a dinner party
15. watch as many zombie movies in one night at humanly possible
16. buy a housewarming gift for nick, jen, and anette
17. eat mexican food with emily goll
18. make a movie with lise
19. smuggle absinthe into the us
20. have an all day scavenger hunt re-rematch.
and life would not be half as interresting if it were not for Medin's.
i have a love-hate relationship with work. there is Ramon who tells me about his pony farm in mexico, whispers sweet nothings in my ear and calls me mexican senorita. i work so god damn much, 40 hours a week. i work every single shift except for thursday nights. but i get free drinks and other free drugs. and free food. bomb food. and of course there is bill. the owner and my boss who consistantly says things like " honey, i think you're pregnant. we had sex in my dreams last night and it was SO good im convinced you're pregnant." and loves to tells jokes such as (while holding up his middle and index fingers) "why do women like to masterbate with these two fingers?....because they're mine" or "whats the best thing about having sex with a 12 year old in the shower?....when you slick her hair back she looks eight."
summer is halfway over for me and i still have a long list of things to do:
1. camping on bainbridge
2. going to the zoo
3. chalking and feeding the bunnies
4. hotel party in the middle of no where
5. somehow attain a fake id
6. have lots of sex
7. go out to fancy dinner
8. weed dinner (every course is made with mary jane)
9. bake a cake from scratch
10. visit the crepe stand at the ballard farmers market. get free crepes.
11. get really really tan
12. develop my own pictures again
13. go to a jazz concert
14. have a dinner party
15. watch as many zombie movies in one night at humanly possible
16. buy a housewarming gift for nick, jen, and anette
17. eat mexican food with emily goll
18. make a movie with lise
19. smuggle absinthe into the us
20. have an all day scavenger hunt re-rematch.