my everything hurts
so me and christopher got this job together working down at the docks. we start every weeknight at 6pm and work until all these thousands of boxes are moved around on conveyer belts and lifted up and stacked into trucks. it's seriously mindnumbing and even tho we've only worked three days we've already started pushing the number of intoxicants we show up on. it seems there's some butch dykes around the place, but we haven't been able to infiltrate their gang as of yet. me and christopher work in different parts of the building which is annoying, but i think christopher should ask to get transferred to my department.
i think we're both getting tougher, so if we're extremely huge the next time you see us, DO NOT ask to be benchpressed please (we do enough lifting, ok?).
my other job going to college classes with that guy is finished, and i'm not sure if there's going to be any work there over the summer. which is too bad cause i like that job. maybe i should start looking for admin jobs again. i don't think i can deal with boxes much longer and it's seriously cutting into my drinking time. just gotta pay off my credit card and bills. and stop buying things on ebay.
feeling a little stressed/nervous about christopher's fundraiser. still a few things to organize for it and our band hasn't had much practice time, especially since we have opp schedules with our other bandmate dan, who we were also having tense issues with but have semi-resolved to a working arrangement. eek.
give me all of your chocolate.
been feeling emotionally alright, been dumping lots of my existential conundrums on christopher who's been really awesome for dealing with me and my bullshit. love the sun, biking in the sun, naked sunbathing on my roof (soon). reading lots but not writing very much. i started working on this sci fi thing but didn't get much past the characters and plot. been doing pretty good at reduxing my drinking, up to 4-5 days nodrinks some weeks. maybe my liver says thank you but i can't get my ears close enough to hear it. if i had detachable ears. well, re-attachable ears.
oh right. our gas got cut off because we neglected to pay the bill for 7 months. fucks. what if we were all in comas? no heart you know?
ok, i'm gonna go find a shower.
i think we're both getting tougher, so if we're extremely huge the next time you see us, DO NOT ask to be benchpressed please (we do enough lifting, ok?).
my other job going to college classes with that guy is finished, and i'm not sure if there's going to be any work there over the summer. which is too bad cause i like that job. maybe i should start looking for admin jobs again. i don't think i can deal with boxes much longer and it's seriously cutting into my drinking time. just gotta pay off my credit card and bills. and stop buying things on ebay.
feeling a little stressed/nervous about christopher's fundraiser. still a few things to organize for it and our band hasn't had much practice time, especially since we have opp schedules with our other bandmate dan, who we were also having tense issues with but have semi-resolved to a working arrangement. eek.
give me all of your chocolate.
been feeling emotionally alright, been dumping lots of my existential conundrums on christopher who's been really awesome for dealing with me and my bullshit. love the sun, biking in the sun, naked sunbathing on my roof (soon). reading lots but not writing very much. i started working on this sci fi thing but didn't get much past the characters and plot. been doing pretty good at reduxing my drinking, up to 4-5 days nodrinks some weeks. maybe my liver says thank you but i can't get my ears close enough to hear it. if i had detachable ears. well, re-attachable ears.
oh right. our gas got cut off because we neglected to pay the bill for 7 months. fucks. what if we were all in comas? no heart you know?
ok, i'm gonna go find a shower.