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Running start....ok....break...
You know what's funny? Seeing yourself in other people, your traits, your tastes. Strange how you still feel somewhat special even though that's proof otherwise....nah, you're not like everyone else, hell no, that other person is NOW just as cool as you. Meh.
I now own "I Am Trying To Break Your Heart". It's on permanant rotation as background fodder in my bedroom. It's almost as if I get to hang out with Wilco everyday. Ok, see, I'm just gonna pretend I didn't actually type something so stalker-esque. I'll ask you to do the same.
Between jobs and drinking, there is nary a moment to breath. I'm not complaining, I rather like it, gives you less time to overanalyze every minuscule detail of your rather average life. Aside from nannying and serving, I picked up a temp gig here at Councilman Randy Henderson's office for the week. I'm living in wonderland, kids, really I am. I come to work downtown, next door to my favorite bar, Brick Bar everyday, drink my coffee, pick up the office lunch or meet any number of people for lunch...if only I could acquire an apartment in the Dean building my life would be perfect for like a year, but no more....must go to graduate school, must go. The point is that I love this job and for no reason other than the local and my lovely, family friend employers. Just when you start to think the town you grew up in doesn't exist anymore, you take a job for which every phone call you receive is someone you know.
HE'S driving me mad. I don't think I've wanted something so badly since graduation. Bad comparison, but fuck it, there really are no more words. He's bad, I'm bad, "this" is bad, but his laugh is disgustingly something.
AMY-it got worse Monday(is that even remotely possible?). Bastard put on his own cds....G Love and Special Sauce...I just laid my head on the bar as a sign of sure defeat.
Anna's potential porn star material best friend got a pomerainian. Normally, in the words of my dear friend Brent, I just want to kick all "toy" dogs on sight, but this dog(Lola....how fn cute) is nothing short of adorable. It's two pounds of fur and piss. I want it, but never want to be seen with it.
Do you ever feel as though compared to the people you most admire, you are horribly limited?
Why the fuck didn't I double major?
And of course the Roots and Dane Cook would come to UCF NOW! Just looking at Dane Cook makes me snicker like a bitchy school girl.
NFL DRAFT THIS WEEKEND....a whole lotta hype for nothing more than an excuse to talk about football for two days in the very beginning of Summer.
Sweet Baby Jesus! The Old 97s, Blue Merle(great live act), Kings of Leon(aaaaaahaaaaa), The Frames, Citizen Cope, Ray LaMontagne, and Josh Ritter have all been added to the Bonnaroo line up. This is really almost too good to be true.
Oh and I think I've come to terms with the fact that I like Hall and Oats. Nope, I take that back, it's still embarrassing
You know what's funny? Seeing yourself in other people, your traits, your tastes. Strange how you still feel somewhat special even though that's proof otherwise....nah, you're not like everyone else, hell no, that other person is NOW just as cool as you. Meh.
I now own "I Am Trying To Break Your Heart". It's on permanant rotation as background fodder in my bedroom. It's almost as if I get to hang out with Wilco everyday. Ok, see, I'm just gonna pretend I didn't actually type something so stalker-esque. I'll ask you to do the same.
Between jobs and drinking, there is nary a moment to breath. I'm not complaining, I rather like it, gives you less time to overanalyze every minuscule detail of your rather average life. Aside from nannying and serving, I picked up a temp gig here at Councilman Randy Henderson's office for the week. I'm living in wonderland, kids, really I am. I come to work downtown, next door to my favorite bar, Brick Bar everyday, drink my coffee, pick up the office lunch or meet any number of people for lunch...if only I could acquire an apartment in the Dean building my life would be perfect for like a year, but no more....must go to graduate school, must go. The point is that I love this job and for no reason other than the local and my lovely, family friend employers. Just when you start to think the town you grew up in doesn't exist anymore, you take a job for which every phone call you receive is someone you know.
HE'S driving me mad. I don't think I've wanted something so badly since graduation. Bad comparison, but fuck it, there really are no more words. He's bad, I'm bad, "this" is bad, but his laugh is disgustingly something.
AMY-it got worse Monday(is that even remotely possible?). Bastard put on his own cds....G Love and Special Sauce...I just laid my head on the bar as a sign of sure defeat.
Anna's potential porn star material best friend got a pomerainian. Normally, in the words of my dear friend Brent, I just want to kick all "toy" dogs on sight, but this dog(Lola....how fn cute) is nothing short of adorable. It's two pounds of fur and piss. I want it, but never want to be seen with it.
Do you ever feel as though compared to the people you most admire, you are horribly limited?
Why the fuck didn't I double major?
And of course the Roots and Dane Cook would come to UCF NOW! Just looking at Dane Cook makes me snicker like a bitchy school girl.
NFL DRAFT THIS WEEKEND....a whole lotta hype for nothing more than an excuse to talk about football for two days in the very beginning of Summer.
Sweet Baby Jesus! The Old 97s, Blue Merle(great live act), Kings of Leon(aaaaaahaaaaa), The Frames, Citizen Cope, Ray LaMontagne, and Josh Ritter have all been added to the Bonnaroo line up. This is really almost too good to be true.
Oh and I think I've come to terms with the fact that I like Hall and Oats. Nope, I take that back, it's still embarrassing