I've been thinking alot........which caused me to pop open the Aleve
Its come to my innermost conclusion that I am da' expert on something. That something is not giving a damn. That’s right….A DAMN I SAY!
I went to Winn Dixie to go shopping for my work the other night, and while I'm leaving the cops are dragging this guy out of the store in cuffs because he came down there to threaten his wife or some retarded misguided bullshit like that. I just got off on the feeling of following the cops with my little buggy back out to the parking lot, the whole time listening to this po-po curse this guy out in his NOPD style of whispering. Which wasn't a very quite whisper mind you. Anyway, I guess I'm just happy that I still get away with everything I do.
Later that night, my roommate Harold asked me to bring him to the hospital because apparently the bastard had a spider bite on his leg. So the only reason I know where the local hospital is located is because that’s where the ex was brought after one of those lovely suicide attempts. But then it turns out he only had a damn stapf infection. I told him that’s what he gets for messing around with too many questionable girls. But nobody ever listens when it comes to sex.
Moving on, I went and saw Arcade Fire at HOB last-night. I haven’t heard them much, but the effort and passion they put into their music is what really got me. The dueling violins and sweaty accordion playing was dirty sex for the ears. Later that evening, in my drunken decision making phase, I decided I could kick the ceiling of the parking garage with my foot. This stunt ended with me doing a kind of flip, and landing on my face and side. But as I always tell people, “Get fucking drunk and it’sssss all funny and shhhiiitt!”
Besides all that, I’m going to attempt to get a new job at the Hookah Café, and then get my own apartment. Its all about the craving to vacuum naked………
I went to Winn Dixie to go shopping for my work the other night, and while I'm leaving the cops are dragging this guy out of the store in cuffs because he came down there to threaten his wife or some retarded misguided bullshit like that. I just got off on the feeling of following the cops with my little buggy back out to the parking lot, the whole time listening to this po-po curse this guy out in his NOPD style of whispering. Which wasn't a very quite whisper mind you. Anyway, I guess I'm just happy that I still get away with everything I do.
Later that night, my roommate Harold asked me to bring him to the hospital because apparently the bastard had a spider bite on his leg. So the only reason I know where the local hospital is located is because that’s where the ex was brought after one of those lovely suicide attempts. But then it turns out he only had a damn stapf infection. I told him that’s what he gets for messing around with too many questionable girls. But nobody ever listens when it comes to sex.
Moving on, I went and saw Arcade Fire at HOB last-night. I haven’t heard them much, but the effort and passion they put into their music is what really got me. The dueling violins and sweaty accordion playing was dirty sex for the ears. Later that evening, in my drunken decision making phase, I decided I could kick the ceiling of the parking garage with my foot. This stunt ended with me doing a kind of flip, and landing on my face and side. But as I always tell people, “Get fucking drunk and it’sssss all funny and shhhiiitt!”
Besides all that, I’m going to attempt to get a new job at the Hookah Café, and then get my own apartment. Its all about the craving to vacuum naked………