Enchanted By Own Innocence, Michael Jackson Molests Self
I am suffering so bad. Why does drinking on a Thursday always seem like such a good idea. And why when I am at the bar does one more drink always sound like a fantastic suggestion. I’m ready to collapse. My legs don’t even work right I am so disoriented. Seeing everything in HD Hubble-vision with these glasses probably isn’t helping. I need the mucus-covered cloud of haze.
Rumor has it they are letting us go at 1:00 now. Not sure if the sparrows resolved the conflict, nor do I care. I just know it’s the best news I’ve heard all day. I would never have made it to 5:00. Getting this far was a feat.
As burnt out as I am, I have to push myself to go get a haircut after I leave here. I can’t put it off any longer. I just wanna sleep though. Sleeeeeep.
I balanced my checkbook and I’ve barely got anything left. I hate rent week. I also hate that feeling that I forgot to add something into the ledger and I am a hundred bucks off.
People keep asking me what my weekend plans are. Um, I don’t have any. That’s the plan. Plans through planlessness. I foresee nothing but sleep in my immediate future. I don’t have much money to spend but I wanted to go get some new pants and maybe a tank top or two. I am really comfortable wearing tank tops. If I wear one when running and get some sun maybe I could actually wear one out. (Assuming that I plucked my back hair and the sun burnt up any stray backne. Ugh!)
Wouldn’t mind seeing a movie at some point. Foolish as it sounds, I am also already thinking about going out for more drinks. I’ll never learn. Meanwhile, I am back up over 170 now again. Booze is baaaaddd. Svelt is gooood. Saw lots of big arms last night. Made me feel puny. Am I sure I am only competing against myself?
Pathetically, when we were out on the trail the other night we stopped at the chin up bars and I could barely do one. I hate the feeling that I have such physical limitations. It makes no sense when I’ve got all the parts to be fully functional and capable.
Yesterday at Whole Foods there were these two jocks right out of the gym across the street. They looked like they had a combined IQ of 4 but damn their arms were huge. They were across from me while I was checking out with a cashier that looked like the comicbook guy from The Simpsons (and he was discussing pros and cons of comicbook movies and video games no less). Guess you had to be there.
The guy bagging I have seen before and is a really hot country boy who looks to be around the same age as me. I wonder how much he makes there. Why does he work there? Is he happy? He’s always got a toothpick in his mouth. Is it right for me to be fantasizing about working at a grocery store? Is seems like such a happy place there.
I can’t believe time is moving this slow. I’m dying here. Come On!!
Rumor has it they are letting us go at 1:00 now. Not sure if the sparrows resolved the conflict, nor do I care. I just know it’s the best news I’ve heard all day. I would never have made it to 5:00. Getting this far was a feat.
As burnt out as I am, I have to push myself to go get a haircut after I leave here. I can’t put it off any longer. I just wanna sleep though. Sleeeeeep.
I balanced my checkbook and I’ve barely got anything left. I hate rent week. I also hate that feeling that I forgot to add something into the ledger and I am a hundred bucks off.
People keep asking me what my weekend plans are. Um, I don’t have any. That’s the plan. Plans through planlessness. I foresee nothing but sleep in my immediate future. I don’t have much money to spend but I wanted to go get some new pants and maybe a tank top or two. I am really comfortable wearing tank tops. If I wear one when running and get some sun maybe I could actually wear one out. (Assuming that I plucked my back hair and the sun burnt up any stray backne. Ugh!)
Wouldn’t mind seeing a movie at some point. Foolish as it sounds, I am also already thinking about going out for more drinks. I’ll never learn. Meanwhile, I am back up over 170 now again. Booze is baaaaddd. Svelt is gooood. Saw lots of big arms last night. Made me feel puny. Am I sure I am only competing against myself?
Pathetically, when we were out on the trail the other night we stopped at the chin up bars and I could barely do one. I hate the feeling that I have such physical limitations. It makes no sense when I’ve got all the parts to be fully functional and capable.
Yesterday at Whole Foods there were these two jocks right out of the gym across the street. They looked like they had a combined IQ of 4 but damn their arms were huge. They were across from me while I was checking out with a cashier that looked like the comicbook guy from The Simpsons (and he was discussing pros and cons of comicbook movies and video games no less). Guess you had to be there.
The guy bagging I have seen before and is a really hot country boy who looks to be around the same age as me. I wonder how much he makes there. Why does he work there? Is he happy? He’s always got a toothpick in his mouth. Is it right for me to be fantasizing about working at a grocery store? Is seems like such a happy place there.
I can’t believe time is moving this slow. I’m dying here. Come On!!