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Fuck 2006, I say!
Yesterday was the first day of Sem2, so my 5 class, 1 job lifestyle begins. 2007 came on a South Van rooftop. Rum, vodka, beer, champagne. Why did I not throw up? Who knows. I don't want to look back and I don't want to look ahead. Instead, savin' that for another rainy day. Most likely.
Although I'd love to write an entry, updating y'all on the life and times of m.eugene, I think I'd rather record some shit from awhile ago. Don't wanna forget and all that shit.
I was about to go on my first fifteen on an especially busy day at work when I noticed some woman had spilled her latte on the floor, sitting with her face in her hands. I offered to make it again and she made a big deal of it, whatever. I made the drink, mopped up the mess and re-did the shit that needs to be done before I can take my break. I put on my red striped sweater and headed out for a quick cigarette. While I was outside with my feet up, this super hot, hippie guy came up to me. I love Commercial Drive boys. He asked if he could bum a smoke and I gave him one. While I was handing him it, the previously mentioned drink spiller came out, saw me and gushed, "You are so nice! Just lovely." She turned to the other guy and said, "Isn't he lovely?" He said, "Yes, he's a lovely man. A lovely man." Well, I hella blushed, obv! Walking inside, I couldn't believe how flustered that had made me. Nobody, no man at least, had talked to me like that maybe in forever, I guess.
I told my coworkers, but they didn't quite understand. "So is he gay or what?" Totally doesn't matter! "So whut?" I felt kind of silly at the time, being so flustered over something so small. It just made my day. That's all.
A week later, I quit my job and only had so many shifts left. Friday night. I was leaving work and heading to see some friends at Cambie and 70th. I used to get stoned at work during the summer. You have no idea how good it feels to be high while making a decaf, half sweet, nonfat vanilla latte. However, I'm done with that shit. I'm no longer desperate for money like I was for awhile. Because I no longer cared, I smoked spliffs whenever. Garbage run? I'm on it. Spent my halves at the Sai Baba on 10th, smoking up coworkers and customers alike. Anyway, so I was standing at Cambie and Broadway, waiting for the bus, when that guy walks across the street. Still hot. He smiled and said, "I know you." Awkward conversation. Smoking. He told me about how he's going to VCC for music. Told him the BS I was busy with. We were both high, or maybe I was sober. I was groovin' at least. On the bus ride, we talked about Tolstoy and Dostoyevsky, some Philosophy he took at university. He told me that he had had his heart broken, etc, and had been busily abusing his body with shit. We talked about how shitty smoking and drugs are, but how much we enjoy them. Anyway, he said that he finally realized that he had forgotten how important love was, how he needed it to be in his life. I might've forgotten that. It was good to be reminded. It was good to have that 60 block bus ride talk. We ended up getting off at the same stop. He said, "It was good to run into you." I said, "I'm sure that I'll run into you again." He was all smiles and good vibes.
Yah, I forgot about 'love' or something like that, kindness maybe, good will. Sounds airy, I know, but it's true. Jane would laugh. Fuck, it feels good to feel good and feels good to make others feel good. Everything else in the way needs to get out the way! Anyway, I realized that my priorities are not in order, not in order. Still have things to think about. But in the mean time: time to make new friends, time to spend more time with the people I love. That probably means you, sucka! How lovely, indeed.
Yesterday was the first day of Sem2, so my 5 class, 1 job lifestyle begins. 2007 came on a South Van rooftop. Rum, vodka, beer, champagne. Why did I not throw up? Who knows. I don't want to look back and I don't want to look ahead. Instead, savin' that for another rainy day. Most likely.
Although I'd love to write an entry, updating y'all on the life and times of m.eugene, I think I'd rather record some shit from awhile ago. Don't wanna forget and all that shit.
I was about to go on my first fifteen on an especially busy day at work when I noticed some woman had spilled her latte on the floor, sitting with her face in her hands. I offered to make it again and she made a big deal of it, whatever. I made the drink, mopped up the mess and re-did the shit that needs to be done before I can take my break. I put on my red striped sweater and headed out for a quick cigarette. While I was outside with my feet up, this super hot, hippie guy came up to me. I love Commercial Drive boys. He asked if he could bum a smoke and I gave him one. While I was handing him it, the previously mentioned drink spiller came out, saw me and gushed, "You are so nice! Just lovely." She turned to the other guy and said, "Isn't he lovely?" He said, "Yes, he's a lovely man. A lovely man." Well, I hella blushed, obv! Walking inside, I couldn't believe how flustered that had made me. Nobody, no man at least, had talked to me like that maybe in forever, I guess.
I told my coworkers, but they didn't quite understand. "So is he gay or what?" Totally doesn't matter! "So whut?" I felt kind of silly at the time, being so flustered over something so small. It just made my day. That's all.
A week later, I quit my job and only had so many shifts left. Friday night. I was leaving work and heading to see some friends at Cambie and 70th. I used to get stoned at work during the summer. You have no idea how good it feels to be high while making a decaf, half sweet, nonfat vanilla latte. However, I'm done with that shit. I'm no longer desperate for money like I was for awhile. Because I no longer cared, I smoked spliffs whenever. Garbage run? I'm on it. Spent my halves at the Sai Baba on 10th, smoking up coworkers and customers alike. Anyway, so I was standing at Cambie and Broadway, waiting for the bus, when that guy walks across the street. Still hot. He smiled and said, "I know you." Awkward conversation. Smoking. He told me about how he's going to VCC for music. Told him the BS I was busy with. We were both high, or maybe I was sober. I was groovin' at least. On the bus ride, we talked about Tolstoy and Dostoyevsky, some Philosophy he took at university. He told me that he had had his heart broken, etc, and had been busily abusing his body with shit. We talked about how shitty smoking and drugs are, but how much we enjoy them. Anyway, he said that he finally realized that he had forgotten how important love was, how he needed it to be in his life. I might've forgotten that. It was good to be reminded. It was good to have that 60 block bus ride talk. We ended up getting off at the same stop. He said, "It was good to run into you." I said, "I'm sure that I'll run into you again." He was all smiles and good vibes.
Yah, I forgot about 'love' or something like that, kindness maybe, good will. Sounds airy, I know, but it's true. Jane would laugh. Fuck, it feels good to feel good and feels good to make others feel good. Everything else in the way needs to get out the way! Anyway, I realized that my priorities are not in order, not in order. Still have things to think about. But in the mean time: time to make new friends, time to spend more time with the people I love. That probably means you, sucka! How lovely, indeed.