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im watching jay leno and jennifer tilly is on and she is fracking hilarious. she talks fast. and goes from one subject to another to another to another. and i want to be her friend---ps i miss my funy friend cathy.
sooo heres a weird story
thursday is trash day. but i put out the trash on wednesday night. but today i didnt have any trash today so i naturally didnt take the trash down. so this morning at the ass crack of dawn---which falls between 7:05 and 7:21---i hear something from outside in my yard(side note--u see i moved my bed so i can get a breeze while i sleep so the head of my bed is directly in front of my front window. it gives me the eeby geebies to think someone could look in my bed, but thats besides the point) so i look out the window, and there is mrs. greenjeans(mr. greenjeans being her husband who mows tha lawn for me every other week and likes to tell me the same stories about his tragically sad life---his uninsured,tenanted trailer was burned down, he was fired from the plant that closed fifteen years ago, politicians rob the working class and are all "cut from the same cloth," and hes lost six cats from crazy drivers in the neighborhood) anyway, there she is mrs. greenjeans, this nice softspoken woman, hauling my garbage can down to the end of my driveway. at first i rolled back over and thought to myself, how nive, she's doing me a favor because i forgot to take the trash down. then as i am driting away i remember there is no garbage in the can. i look back out my window, squinting in my near-sighted stupidity, and realize that the trash can is full and wont even shut. but its not my trash. so i roll back over realizing she is using my trash can instead of hers....strange. five minutes pass and the trashman comes and picks it up. five more minutes pass and i look out the window seeing her bring the trash can back up in my carport. how very very strange. neighbors are weird.....
in other news :)
ive got approximately 19 days til my 21st bday :)
6 days til NY
and i made money today. yay.
dad was supposed to come down here for this weekend, and as expected, he bailed. maybe one day they will make it out here. probably not until i am far gone. whatever. fuck that. alright im going to go watch motorcycle diaries.
ps pauly if u are reading this go to sleep because u probably have to work in a few hours.
sooo heres a weird story
thursday is trash day. but i put out the trash on wednesday night. but today i didnt have any trash today so i naturally didnt take the trash down. so this morning at the ass crack of dawn---which falls between 7:05 and 7:21---i hear something from outside in my yard(side note--u see i moved my bed so i can get a breeze while i sleep so the head of my bed is directly in front of my front window. it gives me the eeby geebies to think someone could look in my bed, but thats besides the point) so i look out the window, and there is mrs. greenjeans(mr. greenjeans being her husband who mows tha lawn for me every other week and likes to tell me the same stories about his tragically sad life---his uninsured,tenanted trailer was burned down, he was fired from the plant that closed fifteen years ago, politicians rob the working class and are all "cut from the same cloth," and hes lost six cats from crazy drivers in the neighborhood) anyway, there she is mrs. greenjeans, this nice softspoken woman, hauling my garbage can down to the end of my driveway. at first i rolled back over and thought to myself, how nive, she's doing me a favor because i forgot to take the trash down. then as i am driting away i remember there is no garbage in the can. i look back out my window, squinting in my near-sighted stupidity, and realize that the trash can is full and wont even shut. but its not my trash. so i roll back over realizing she is using my trash can instead of hers....strange. five minutes pass and the trashman comes and picks it up. five more minutes pass and i look out the window seeing her bring the trash can back up in my carport. how very very strange. neighbors are weird.....
in other news :)
ive got approximately 19 days til my 21st bday :)
6 days til NY
and i made money today. yay.
dad was supposed to come down here for this weekend, and as expected, he bailed. maybe one day they will make it out here. probably not until i am far gone. whatever. fuck that. alright im going to go watch motorcycle diaries.
ps pauly if u are reading this go to sleep because u probably have to work in a few hours.