just don't speak when spoken to
i was thinking about that game light as a feather stiff as a board the other day and realized that i was the kid moving the thing on the ouiji board. i wish i could still convince myself to believe in those games. i wish i was still scared of the dark. now im gonna be that guy who goes in the basement to investigate.
so this year is pretty strange. ive been suprisingly sober, except for random occasions where i was so drunk i suprised myself. im still in the recruitment process for the chapel hill fire department which i am really excited/pessimistic about. i have the agility test friday morning which should not be a problem. since i dont get paid until i actually make the last cut (if i do) i got bored and accepted a job at a temp agency my new next door neighbor is manager of. i was like yeah i need a job i dont have to commit to so i can make some cash while waiting out the fire department and he says you wanna work at an on campus bookstore for a while? and im like fuck yeah, thinking itll be state or unc or meredith or hell even peace but oh no its nccu.
so i go to ghetto durham every day and am the head accountant at the book store in charge of all their finances. oh yeah did i mention i'm a temp worker and have no fucking idea what i'm doing? haha im the only white person at the college so they gave me the office job and i just wing it cause i have no idea what i'm doing, its a little different than cooking at a slouch beach bar but its cool. everybody bumps there so there's never a dull moment. the cars, the bookstore, the class buldings, all bump really loud. its a trip going from UNC-White to central but its cool. i needed some time in the hood to sort things out. and i only have to work there like one more week.
i went to wilmington last weekend and had beers with the boys and it was fun but made me miss it which wasn't good. plus i drank wine so im sure i was talking all loverboy to everybody before collapsing on teddy's porch. apparently i talked to her on the phone and god help me for whatever stupid shit i said. i really dont want to talk to her and its only because she lives another life when i cant see her face to face and i dont need to get involved. i never need to get involved. but i do.
if the fire department doesnt work out then im carrying out the mexico plan. ill be in dire need of some jungle time by the time im finished in the hood anyways. it'd also be nice to get back to the desert for a while. when the funds are there, and the time is right, ill be gone.
i need to get back on the reading train. i dont know which book to use to get back at it because there are so many i want/need to read. i still have to give a book to tom martin. plus i owe him super expensive chicken tenders and most likely the coldest of the cold beers for the the gospel hockey love. or maybe i will just punch him in the mouth.
i ran out of xbox games to play cause i beat all the ones i have. and i dont really play much anymore. oh wait i didnt meet doom 3 but fuck man that game is too intense. it would suck to be where ever the hell you are in that game where everyone tries to eat you and fucking demons throw fire baby spider kills at you and you cant even score points, you just try not to get sodomized by satan spawn that come out of the sick looking growth on the walls.
my dad really wants me to drink diet soda. he's always like yeah man just drink it for a few days and then you wont even notice how bad it is. i dont have a soda problem (denial) in the first place but i fuck diet soda or soda one or no carb soda or whatever they have. i want the real deal. if you ever catch me ordering a diet pepsi in public you have an obligation you drop kick me in the loins many, many times. im not giving up sugar for shite just like im not trading in the king for o'douls.
what would GG Allin do?
i could use a drink
so this year is pretty strange. ive been suprisingly sober, except for random occasions where i was so drunk i suprised myself. im still in the recruitment process for the chapel hill fire department which i am really excited/pessimistic about. i have the agility test friday morning which should not be a problem. since i dont get paid until i actually make the last cut (if i do) i got bored and accepted a job at a temp agency my new next door neighbor is manager of. i was like yeah i need a job i dont have to commit to so i can make some cash while waiting out the fire department and he says you wanna work at an on campus bookstore for a while? and im like fuck yeah, thinking itll be state or unc or meredith or hell even peace but oh no its nccu.
so i go to ghetto durham every day and am the head accountant at the book store in charge of all their finances. oh yeah did i mention i'm a temp worker and have no fucking idea what i'm doing? haha im the only white person at the college so they gave me the office job and i just wing it cause i have no idea what i'm doing, its a little different than cooking at a slouch beach bar but its cool. everybody bumps there so there's never a dull moment. the cars, the bookstore, the class buldings, all bump really loud. its a trip going from UNC-White to central but its cool. i needed some time in the hood to sort things out. and i only have to work there like one more week.
i went to wilmington last weekend and had beers with the boys and it was fun but made me miss it which wasn't good. plus i drank wine so im sure i was talking all loverboy to everybody before collapsing on teddy's porch. apparently i talked to her on the phone and god help me for whatever stupid shit i said. i really dont want to talk to her and its only because she lives another life when i cant see her face to face and i dont need to get involved. i never need to get involved. but i do.
if the fire department doesnt work out then im carrying out the mexico plan. ill be in dire need of some jungle time by the time im finished in the hood anyways. it'd also be nice to get back to the desert for a while. when the funds are there, and the time is right, ill be gone.
i need to get back on the reading train. i dont know which book to use to get back at it because there are so many i want/need to read. i still have to give a book to tom martin. plus i owe him super expensive chicken tenders and most likely the coldest of the cold beers for the the gospel hockey love. or maybe i will just punch him in the mouth.
i ran out of xbox games to play cause i beat all the ones i have. and i dont really play much anymore. oh wait i didnt meet doom 3 but fuck man that game is too intense. it would suck to be where ever the hell you are in that game where everyone tries to eat you and fucking demons throw fire baby spider kills at you and you cant even score points, you just try not to get sodomized by satan spawn that come out of the sick looking growth on the walls.
my dad really wants me to drink diet soda. he's always like yeah man just drink it for a few days and then you wont even notice how bad it is. i dont have a soda problem (denial) in the first place but i fuck diet soda or soda one or no carb soda or whatever they have. i want the real deal. if you ever catch me ordering a diet pepsi in public you have an obligation you drop kick me in the loins many, many times. im not giving up sugar for shite just like im not trading in the king for o'douls.
what would GG Allin do?
i could use a drink